Your Faith

Religious extremism.

Hold me down at gunpoint

Or shatter every bone in my body

All to make me scream out your Lord’s name.

In other words, you have my Faith

You twist my arms and you control what I say.

Reward me with your democracy, and squash me with the constitution,

Those are just words, just some letters on a paper, aren’t they?

 

Run like the wind, some told me

To hide from your faith and from your swords and guns.

Perhaps I should have. Perhaps.

But that never happened. So I wait.

I wait by the door, with an old photograph,

I wait to write a story. Or a poem. Or just some words on a paper.

I wait with Silence and with Darkness.

I wait for Silence and for Darkness.

I wait for you to barge in for me next.

Or I wait for my wife and daughter to wake up.

From this terrible dream. This terrible dream.

 

But you’re late.

As per your convenience. And your thirst.

For blood. So, kill. For Faith.

For your Faith.

Author's Note

Personally, I don't like this poem. But there it is. Lying there, like a blotch on a paper.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

I don't know what you don't like about this poem, I would like to know what the heck inspired it - it's absolutely powerful, and beautiful. You might want to fiddle around with line breaks and punctuation more, but holy kwap, Sid!!! I've been writing for 11 years, I don't think my work has achieved this level of awe....someness!! Well freaking done!! Much enjoyed!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok it is a little jerky but here you express well that feeling of having little control while you are dominated, bludgeoned, and abused by those who pedal faith. Not sure why I never see your writes, perhaps send read requests?