poem141

Of the fall

as just before

you just tell

your self

it's all your fault,

and as you do

this will, just condemn

your community too

But that voice

which manifest

within your head,

there was placed

by religious decree

to the self titled elites glee

And it's here

there strings control

your very soul

in every singular way

Absolute it declares

your the sin

was born with skin

and just to look within

which will begin

corruptions sings

While all the time

your owner defines

what only shines

is those, who

sit upon golden thrones

Then, when any voice says

we can be the best

for a human rose blooms

they simply say

here is pathed, to devils play

in every way

it’s where shame will reign

Now, it's in your head

where heaven rests

but this quest

to the blessed

can only begin

upon educations wings

But first, your skin

therein, sovereignty begins

As universal constitution underpins

those who say it's this way

For all, who are born

can begin and sing

“I create the self,

in the arms, of our…community”