Best Accusers Poems
Verily I say unto you dear child, the time shall come has now arrived....
Wherein Our Father from heaven shall neither be worshiped atop this mountain
Nor any other place: for His beauty is seeking they whom shall worship Him ?
In Spirit and truth ~ Love's finger tracing these signs a drop of blood unto her dust.
(Mary Custis was the wife of Robert E. Lee.
Union forces captured her ante-bellum
mansion in what is now Arlington Cemetery
and defiled it, because it was the only thing
of Lee's they could get their hands on.)
Suppose you kill Gaddafi and Hussein,
or sad old Nazis, huddled in the dock.
So what exactly do you think you gain?
Your own humanity is what you mock,
not them. The winners stringing-up the losers
can not be right. You heap your fury on
the halt and helpless. Beggars can’t be choosers,
but winners can. (Why not Ben-Gurion?)
Put Karadzic before a firing-squad
for spite, or just to entertain the flock,
but don’t disguise the ugly thing your lust is.
Don’t talk of Law, or Liberty, or God.
Go rape the home of absent Mary Custis,
if rape you must. Don’t dress it up as Justice.
Where are you're accusers?
I looked around
"There's no one left,
just stones upon the ground
They turned away
and left me, one by one."
He took my hand and smiled,
"Your freedom's won!"
That's how I feel right now,
if truth be told
The moral of this story
shines like gold
I think of those who meant
to cause me pain
they wrote the words
that brought the tears like rain
And though they bowed me low,
I did not break
the test of time I stood
My pride at stake
Where are your accusers?
I look around
there is no trace of them
there's not a sound
and time bears witness
to this age old creed:
"Accusers must disperse...
accused be freed!
Eileen Manassian
Believe
all accusers,
because no one sets out
to intentionally damage
someone's reputation;
assume they're
truthful.
Believe
all accusers.
We must rally around
victims brave enough to speak out
against sexual assault;
any kind of...
abuse.
Believe
all accusers,
no matter the gender.
Really? Guys, too? Oh yes, guys, too.
Any breathing human;
in all shapes and
sizes.
Believe
all accusers
so they don't continue
to suffer in silence; afraid...
to give voice to their plight;
so they don't fall...
silent.
Believe
all accusers;
support fuels their courage,
doubt ensures their resignation;
powerless to evolve
from victims to...
victors.
(Heptastich)
Date written: 06/24/2021
You spoke with certainty, but you never asked a question.
You judged with conviction, but you never sought the truth.
You saw my face, my creed, my silence—and decided I was guilty.
Not of crime.
Of difference.
You called me dangerous because I did not kneel.
You called me devil because I did not pray your way.
You called me broken because I did not beg for your approval.
But I was never yours to define.
You dressed your fear in righteousness.
You wrapped your cruelty in concern.
You called it justice.
But it was exile.
You did not break me.
You revealed me.
I am the one who stood alone in the courtroom of your whispers.
I am the one who bore the sentence without the crime.
I am the one who walked out—not free, but forged.
You thought silence would erase me.
You thought shame would shrink me.
You thought exile would end me.
But I am still here.
Sharper.
Colder.
Clearer.
I do not forgive.
Not because I am cruel.
But because forgiveness is earned, not assumed.
And you have not earned it.
I do not forget.
Not because I am bitter.
But because memory is my armor.
And I wear it with pride.
You may speak again.
You may try to rewrite the story.
But I have already carved mine into frost.
And it will not melt for you.