You Lied To Me: Message Against Religious Fanatism
You lied to me...
You lied to me when you said the church building was the safest place to run to-
When you made me believe those grey headed men dwelt in the castle of wisdom too-
That following every letter of the doctrine to the latter was the best way to live as a believer with little or no clue-
You lied to me...
You lied to my face with sweet utterances that lured me to confide in you-
Sweet lies with the beauty of butterflies you send from the pulpit right before my very eyes-
That hurting me with honest lies became the source of peace written in your skies-
You lied to me...
When you left me exposed to the harm of the world and spirits unknown by sending me out in discipline because I fell-
Protected your own, but left me, a fallen soldier to be chastised and face emotional torture, neglect and a living hell-
So you painted me black, as the sinner you see me, which means I count no more, so my pains and experiences I can't tell-
You lied to me...
That lies became the only truth I could believe in-
That no longer are words from your pulpit worth believing-
For every single statement you utter was more like the bullets aimed at deceiving-
You lied to me...
So don't make me lie to myself that you're the purest, cos I can no longer pretend-
For these words are not to slander or judge. No! This, I don't intend-
But I am a proof of my words so dare not ask me to defend-
You lied to me...
And you still lie when you call me dear, cos I know you don't even care-
You lost your saltines in my life, so your sermon has no slot in my ear-
For your letters, I'll tear, your voice I won't hear, cos the thought of believing you gives me fear-
You lied to me...
Under the covering of a minister, you hurt me over and over again-
Judging me by your standards caring less about my pain-
And getting humans to follow your doctrines not the creator, gets me sick and insane-
You lied to me...
So I pray I'll be the last soldier to ever fall-
The last you'll lie to and lash your rod of discipline into when you stand in front to call-
And a lesson on living by the standards of GOD OF MEN, not the MEN OF GOD to be learnt from by all-
For never again will I absorb your lies like foam and water cos man........, I'm older, am stronger and standing taller.
K.G Inji
(Orator of Wordz)
Copyright © K.G Inji | Year Posted 2022
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