Moral Man

Sleep well in your sins,
for I am still a moral man.
Non-religious to the pulp;
influenced by no such scam.

Clench your book; wear your halo-.
the fire shall burn out someday.
And I pray, you will realize
soon enough- we are all the same.

Thin white layers keep
my body tucked away.
Sheets rough across the edges
because my mind is disarrayed.

We cannot escape the
limitations this has caused,
we are brainwashed by hypocrisy
and hypnotized by God.

© Christopher Rossi, 2010

Reviews

[Matthew Smith]

I really enjoyed this. The theme is something I'm very familiar with; some of my poetry will deal with a similar matter.

Personally, I enjoyed this much more than your "Satin Red Memory", one of your writes that you've "recommended" to us on your section. Perhaps I simply fell on the wrong recommended poem?

Strong words, but no less true. One can be moral and just without payin' lip service to the antique, antediluvian fairy-tales of other men.