More Bitter Than Sorrow

When freedom is limited to merely living a gloomy existence,
not having access to all the privileges and total liberties
of a free society, then it's more bitter than sorrow.  



When one's faith is not allowed to be openly professed and expressed
to praise God and place Him above Man, it's a suppressing hand
hindering any heart to sing its hymns...becoming an ordeal more bitter than sorrow.



I have the gift of the written word, which the Almighty endowed me at birth,
and my intolerance can infuriate the rage of any suppressing regime without worth;
woe to them who will force me to swallow a venom more bitter than sorrow!  



For an uncrowned head, with no honor bestowed upon it, there's no need for a sword,
but how will the doleful faces, that desire joy to shine upon them, celebrate life? 
I can offer them solace, not hopelessness which is more bitter than sorrow. 



Cruel and unfair kings, you run your kingdoms with an inhuman heart and a bloody hand,
drowning your people in conspicuous silences; a fearful people, who must never cause discord
among the poor and the ignorant, lest they choose a martyrdom more bitter than sorrow.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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