L'Nass Shango Poet Free verse

Sold Out For Vince Suzadail

Sold Out
The blogger screams
And I trembling
Naked before the fogless eyes
Dangled like butcher's meat
Stand on the auction block again, the mist of profits screening pain.



Against the gavel rising and falling
Leading bidders for my flesh speak superficial of my loveliness
Orishas mangled in the history of my undoing
Native faith betrayed by a foreign cross
Emigrants hustled in the market of pain.

Tomorrow we all shall reap the howl of coming misery
Ontology broken as a vase on a strand of prophecy

Debacling us in loneliness, nothing left to sell
Itinerants of the global disaster
Earn nothing from the learning of the dying market.

Sold out: is the "it is done" of the cross
Infinite wonder: profit and futures falling
Nature nailing the arthrithic hands
Gladly to the gallows of our grief
I have known nothing built on innocent blood stands
Neutral before the rope of justice
God dangles from his branchless throne.

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Colin Mitchell Williams March 24, 2009 at 11:56 AM L'nass... third poem read... I am impressed... you definitely have talent.... outstanding write ! "Tomorrow we all shall reap the howl of coming misery Ontology broken as a vase on a stand of prophecy" terrific lines L'nass.... mucho applause !!!!!!

Vince Suzadail Jr. March 23, 2009 at 5:22 PM You are awesome!!! Unless we end the apathy and stand up for what is right, not what is "politically" correct, your poem may become a prophecy. Sometimes I wonder if God will look down and, like in the song "In the year 2525" decide to tear it down and start over. We are making some progress but still have miles to go. On the economy, it will take years to undo Bush's and our corporate owned Congress's damage. Write,L'nass, write. Vince

Carrie Richards March 23, 2009 at 8:11 AM Your writing is like no other on the Soup! Each one, blows me away with admiration! We hear the grief, frustration in every word! ~ Wow! ~ Carrie

Christopher Higgins March 23, 2009 at 5:53 AM This is powerful writing.. I feel like I am repeating myself with your work..brilliantly done again..

James Marshall Goff March 23, 2009 at 5:41 AM a poem of beautiful treachery! love it, extremely well written, L'nass! Jim ( I'm pretty sure I spelled your name wrong last time, no disrespect!)