Flip Flops

Political and Socially Conscious Free Verse Poetry

No flip flops

No shoes

Now

I can walk or

Run

Depending on

The situation

As

The issues

May need

A tissue

A-choo

Thank You

For allowing

God to bless me

And since it is

Early He Brews

No Earl Grey

Because what

Is in the pot

I got because I

Meaning me

Was made in

The image

Therefore

The blood that’s on

The floor of

Golgotha

Still needed

To spill

So that the will

Of his father

Could give humanity

Another chance

So why bother

Or worry about

Circumstances?

He has given us

So many chances

So this wound

That is in

My side

Will eventually

Subside

Along with this

Pain In My A*s

(P.I.M.A.)

Still,

I feel the need

To cleanse myself

Of these impurities

I am thinking

That I need is a

Spiritual enema

Because my enemies

Are forcing me to ingest

Their rhetoric

But I refuse to

Digest their lies

As they continue

To separate the

Truth from their

Lies

As a wolf in sheep

Clothing

Is still self-loathing

Even under the

Disguise

He is still a wolf

Nevertheless

We are lambs

That are being

Led to the slaughter

So in order

To keep and

Maintain control

This remains on

The menu of hate

So,

It can be served

Chopped up or

Whole

Or

Maybe Served

As a rack

But I am

Not sure if you

Cut it down the

Back

Meaning fileting it

May make delaying it

Because this

Procedure is

Unknown

It may

Cause an

Unnecessary

Delay

Anyway,

It can cause a

Headache

Not sure how

Long this procedure

Will take

So,

It may need to bleed

But we are running

Out of time

So I find that it’s

Natural

Which means it is

Non-GMO

But in my heart

I thought it

Something different

May be the difference

Is that

Many negative

Ingredients

Have caused it

Not to change and

So it

Remains a

Non

Genetically Modified Organism

So it is never alone

It is not Free Range

So there is no need

For it to change?

Still

It is allowed

To be out in the open

As many are hoping

That one day

He’ll be in a cage

For now they contain

My rage

As they choose

To fight me on

The issues

As it appears

From here

That I am losing

The fight

So

It might help me

To know

That no weapon

Formed against

Me will prosper

It won’t work

Therefore the hurt

Is reduced

As more faith is

Produced

Still all I need  

Is to have hope

The size of a

Mustard seed

So these

Mountains

Will move and

Conditions

Will improve

030060002021 Nefarious J. Dorsey©

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when a mustard seed can move those mountains, we might have a chance for things to be righted...
and rarely do I hear a thank you, when I ask God to bless someone who sneezes...
entitlement or the idea of it can be hazardous...
but no entitlement needed to realize that we are all the same in God's eyes, and he blesses all of us the same.
No matter what.
j.

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

always a pleasure to have you read and write a review...I am forever humbled by your words and wisdom. you remain a beacon of hope for me in these times of uncertainty.