The w***e bath...

Seek the truth. The controlled media will lead you to confusion. We must know the truth.

The w***e bath

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime we must listen, think and make wise decisions. More liars than kind people running our world.

The w***e bath….

 Large shining teeth, an large man with loud voice. Telling me the way to heaven holding whiskey in one hand and the bible in the other. I will find my way to paradise by the gift to his Christian cause.  His teeth seem to shine brighter and smile larger. His mumbling of a thousand words. Leave me feeling dirty and I get a damp cloth and wipe away the words of a greedy man.


 The captain tells me.” I own you. You do what I say. Even  to death. I’m in-charge.” I try to wander away. But he keeps speaking. I feel dirty and go to the latrine. I get a damp cloth.
Another w***e bath in a life where the words are eating away at my soul.

 I sit in a classroom. The instructor asked me? If I was ordered to kill. Would I? I tell him I would kill him first. But my words become weaker with each second the instructor speaks. He shower me with his blood song and I began to understand. The sweat pours down my face and I go to the bathroom. One more w***e bath for a man drowning in useless words. Forced to accept for a few pennies. Beliefs only a mercenary could believe.

  Maybe if I was a high paid w***e. I could live with the things I must do. But nothing as bad as a cheap w***e.

                     Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There are people in life who try to indoctrinate us. False preachers, politicians, all trying to blindside us with their beliefs. Listen to your heart, your heart will tell you which direction to take. Be true to yourself. There are so many false people around. You will know them when you come across them. Strong write Coyote.

Chris

[StormeLight]

So true

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. We must seek the truth.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"We fight for no country but we kill for our pay." The Mercenary Song by Steve Earle
This brings out some opposing feelings in me. I think wars and the men who fight them are often ignorant of the reasons why it must be so or even if it must. I know this to be true on a personal level and I've heard the same from so many others involved in various engagements and deployments. It's hard to hang onto your own humanity sometimes. Great writing. Bless. F.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fabian. The young men who fight the wars. They learn. War killed the kindness in our world. The poor paid for the sin of the rich man.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Perhaps. But we must discern, at some point, between right and wrong. We must fight for what is good or all that is good will be lost to evil and darkness.

[Rye]

One more w***e bath for a man drowning in useless words. Forced to accept for a few pennies. Beliefs only a mercenary could believe.

WOW!!! loved these lines here, this is amazing... wonderful imagery

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. A very old poem.