Sunday, February 19, 2012

The Language of Greys

He sat on the snow peaked caps,
Deeply inhaling the smell of ecstasy,
His elephant son as he ensnarled the rat,
Chasing him towards supposed retribution,
Down in the garden the nigger danced,
Surrounded by his bevy of concubines,
And the orange robed man sang praises of himself,
Poisoning all ears in the vicinity,
The lady dressed in silken robes,
Showered gold teaching the language of greed,
The three headed man as he lorded over,
Pain and suffering raged under his reign,
The measly shepherd as he led the herd,
Millions crucified all for him,
One man deciding to guide the way,
Shrouding women, condemning freedom to blasphemy,
A woman the epitome of motherhood,
Resorted to Cupid's bow to trap the man of her dreams...

Fear, rage, anger and greed,
Lust, laziness, gluttony and pride,
Who do I believe in
Who do I follow now,
Nothing no more black and white,
For the creator himself taught me the world of grey...

*Disclaimer: This poem does not advocate hatred or anti-religious sentiments. Nor does it wish to go against anyone's beliefs. I would like to ask for pardon if any sentiments were hurt. It is just a form of personal expression.

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