Juted Jealousy
He quaked and recoiled
At the thing he beheld
Unwilling to sing, he uttered
...sound, forbidden
Why did he believe all was beauty
And power would come to him
....the one creating
He was the CREATOR
Wasn't it obvious
She...she's a she
Can't even carry a vibration
Much less a man of great status
Plain, not an ounce of attraction
To yield men at her feet
I, me, I will NOT sing
I will SPEAK
STONE, the very stone unsung
Became his casing
As greasy fibers pierced the ground
Reaching out to his creation
Building the war to end all rebellion
against LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-10-2022
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