Circumstances of This Baby's Flesh
They cut baby's flesh
foreskin for god
forsaken modification
reflect on what they have mistaken
for his true words
I'm not real
never loved you
and never will
this illusion
you have fused
with delusion
only to manipulate
and distribute
your hate
and well deserved fate
will come soon
the world is passing this evening
and your end is at noon
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment