Pointing All the Guns At Me
It is true
That my unbalanced 'ying-yang'
exposed me to evil.
That I embraced darkness
instead of the awaiting light
That I chose the garment of stains
instead of the plain, spotless apparel.
And none of these
is done in error, but deliberately
and with adequate awareness.
But
I held on to a rock
before completely falling down the mountain
and screamed for help
before completely drowned in the sea.
The danger sign wasn't ambiguous
and I had a U-turn
before reaching dead end.
It was just once
that the deed is done
and the confession of my lips
proves to be the last of such
an atrocity.
Oh
Why has the testament
of others shown otherwise?
Why has my one mistake
created so many advocates?
Why has accusing fingers
go hand in hand with my first name?
Why has the same sin
permanently claim me in friendship,
and subsequent offenders
hide under its lordship?
Why am I now the goat
in the midst of a flock of sheep?
Why has the constant reminder
of my misdeed; they forever worship?
Why has one slumber
bound me in ownership?
Why do I have to earn
the bitter scholarship of misjudgments?
See me now!
Justice is exchanged for sentiments
and assumptions
mistaken for truths.
Causing the upholders of morality
not caring about important alerts
as they point all the guns at me
while the actual target
transgresses right in their behind..
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013
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