The Philanthropist

by Rula Shin

Hear close those smirks that echo fear
for never did a worthy man forget to drape his dirty deeds
nor would he call upon his children bound
to give their very tender heels as proof of love devout
when all their sweat and salty tears
hide his own Achilles flesh from underneath the dagger’s bout

Speak softly to this aching ear for
never could I bear the din of idle
breaths spit clear across a room where
martyrs hang their petty coats so clean
like bloody sheets washed white before the murder's scene

See through his lifeless heart the true intent of churning clones
shrew smiles through sharpened teeth preach faith
instructing paths that seek to save the sinner’s soul

Silent still and patient more
passing fear amongst the 'whores'
you wait for them to seize hope's hand
then cast your pious face in stone!


Author's Note: The drawing below is Ashok Sharda's unique way of commenting on this poem of mine. Thanks Ashok!!!! :-)

Posted on 10/03/2004
Copyright © 2023 Rula Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Traci Mabats on 10/03/04 at 07:03 PM

This has a great rhythm, it slides nicely along.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/03/04 at 10:11 PM

I'm not sure what this is truly about, but application to my life at the moment seems absolutely appropriate (so I hope you don't mind if I linger in the idea of it, swirl it on my tongue a time or two so that the real power of it manifests in my heart and life). You are amazing, Rula!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/05/04 at 01:25 AM

YEOWZA! Paints a very dark picture, utterly brilliant in its sarcasm. Reminds me of a passage in the Bible maybe or I read somewhere about men who wrap themselves in great deeds.

Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/06/04 at 03:59 AM

Great language and technique. The impact is dark and scathing and the aftermath is quite hopeless. Wow. An eye-opening piece that drives the nail of pessimism into the already cynical heart. Great read.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/06/04 at 11:14 AM

well thought, well penned, well everything.

Posted by Sarah Graves on 10/07/04 at 12:53 AM

You really create a clear picture here for the reader. Very effective, in style and wording. Great read.

Posted by JD Clay on 10/08/04 at 01:44 PM

Gratuitous poetry, Rula. This is an intricately textured endowment that equally scratches the surface and codifies the soul. Likewise, your symbolism is both, the proverbial penny in a cup and trumpet in the vail. Pe4ce...

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 10/08/04 at 04:01 PM

max's comment mirrors my own...i thought this was such a great read and flows together very nicely..

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/10/04 at 04:21 PM

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/10/04 at 04:32 PM

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