Slaughter time.

I have never been one to count my blessings,

but I have always counted flaws...

not sure if you can handle what I am confessing,

sure that I never asked you to fall.

You see me chances are being broken...

and I just forgot how to breathe

through out that one finger salute 

that the world pointed right back at me. 

I have learned that everyone is special...

in there own special little way,

and I should never judge or be impartial...

to someones personal brand of hate.

You see they have earned the scars they wear...

and some people are quite proud,

to stand only three feet tall

when the world cuts them down. 

They said to me it is all black and white,

and when I told them I see grey...

they held both my hands real tight,

and for my soul they prayed.

They said to me evil is like a snake...

wrapping you up warm and tight,

an explanation riddled with knowledge...

to which God said they had no right.

They spoke of wisdom and of truth...

the power they have to set you free,

and all I could do was smile

at the snake staring back at me.  

Ignorance is bliss,

and you can not have it both ways.

You can either stay and face the music,

or tuck your tail and run away.

So if I decide to leave...

tell me who are you judge?

Branded saints but I see cowards,

who have forgotten how to love.

So spare me your broken blessings...

you see your god is not mine. 

My god speaks right to me,

and yours has been twisted through out time. 

I do not need your words or your hypocrisy...

to tuck me in at night.

I refuse to worship the words of man...

I do not have to be wrong so that you can be right!

Your brand of self imposed righteousness

is starting to get a little old.

I do not want to stand in a line with sheep

who are simply doing as the are told. 

If you just refuse to see the light in me...

there is not much that I can do.

Just know that when the slaughter time comes...

I will pray for you.  

Reviews

[KeeD]

The start to this poem was something that immediately sucks the reader in.. loved it
This was well written, had a messaged, laid out a stand. I respect this poem and the work and effort and brilliance put into it. Honestly one of my favorites by you. It's not just a rant poem to put it in a dull sense but it had grit, it had emotion and most of all it had delivery. Great writing, keep up the good work!

[Jack Cassidy]

A lot of clever lines in this... Really fun to read... Great job of capturing and observing persecution...

[cinel]

I love it, great job, lovely

[Malister Mikey]

Very well done, I had my breathe taken from me by this beautiful art.
I actually feel very similar to how I think you feel in this piece all those people annoy me to no end.
I really enjoyed this poem and it is worth reading over and over again, then again most of yours are.

Sincerely, Malister Mikey

[Zakari Schmidt]

"Forgot how to breathe throughout that one finger salute that the world pointed back at me"

....that verse was my fav but I enjoyed the whole thing. Good flow and structure and depth

[Lyn Anderson]

This is an intense and powerful read. Two minor suggestions, which certainly do not take away from the power of the piece. Someones should be someone's -- and, you might want to break this up a bit to let some of the more powerful lines stand on their own. Just a style change, not any rewording.