Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Dramatic Verse

Mocked Messengers

Betimes they’ve been sent
to speak
And when they spoke,
they were mocked
Oft times the holy messengers
did preach
the doctrine of self-examination:
How were you living,
was it idol loving you were giving?
Was it hate you were pig pity wallowing in,
was it naked lust covering your body of sin?
But the heralds of hope,
they were ridiculed 
for asking others to speak honest truth
Light bearers put in dark dungeons
Baptized in pain 
for trying to cleanse souls
Placed in chains
for wanting to make minds whole
Tortured bodies slain
for daring to monarch oppose
Their message of truth tho’ mocked
by most,
some salvation ears heard — 
One lost sinner saved by another,
two atoned souls plucked from the flames
The message to forgive each other,
caused two repentant hearts to be changed

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Kyle Kriticos March 29, 2018 at 1:53 AM Man your message here rings true. Imagine what the world would be like if people really listened to the messengers of God rather then mocking and abusing them in all ways!

Arturo Michael March 18, 2018 at 5:01 PM Good one...I could imagine those prophets of old...questioning God about the torture they'd behold for preaching the word...and many received what they feared the most...But we have no choice when called to do His work...

James Swartz March 18, 2018 at 11:00 AM Forgiveness and repentness. It is that simple is it not Freddie. You never preach while you get your point across. Deep deep deep words to make the world whole.

Jannie Breedt March 17, 2018 at 2:08 AM Like Leanne I have a mouthful to say. Power write here Freddie. So biblically beautiful about those prophets. Visions of John the baptist come up and lo he was beheaded for a dancing.Salome That always sirs me. I also see you there somewhere. Send in the clowns though. You should see this lot

Silent One March 16, 2018 at 7:59 AM Powerful pen my friend... another deep poem..

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton March 15, 2018 at 4:41 PM I think your work, if not already, should be produced into book form and distributed to a larger shark pond. This by far is in my mind exceptional, as are all your creations. I feel like I have walked into a cold marbled sanctuary and have been drawn into some dark free zone Roman Catholic confessional box, where 3 Hail Mary's will atone me of every bloodied sin committed. I am not religious and here you have me looking through the grate in the shadows at your swinging crucifix and whispered admonitions and I searching my pockets and sweeping the floor for broken rosary beads... Kyle Kriticos March 29, 2018 at 2:00 AM I agree with you this guy's poems are intensely intense XD