Too Late
TOO LATE
If you do not include yourself as a sinner redeemed
even if you look to the law and break them all
or even one. If you do not look upon the son
as the one who saves your soul from the second death.
If you wiggle and squirm shouting agendas until your blue
in the face, armed with a suit of armor and a tie.
If you buy into the mob’s mentality of immorality,
keep your birthday suit loose and ready to wear.
If you pinch your fellow man until he’s black and blue,
unrelenting from the uterus to Timbuktu.
If you can look in the mirror with a polished sneer
and see something good in your pufferfish looks.
Don’t worry (pat on head) Hush (stroke on back)
although when you close your eyes of lead
the prison bars that divide you from the light
with brazen clarity, might cause enlightenment
too late…
Kim Rodrigues © 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment