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Hypocrite's Strut
by James ZealyPeacock proud espouse
Exact verse parlays
Virtues that do not forgive
I am the pretenders worst desire
A man who has seen the fault
Of the guileless rants
Repeated as if the words were gilded gold
Witnessed from the fruit of my loins
Is a man condemned by all that is unholy
By those that have bastardized forgiveness
In shrouds of intolerance
I see a man that has
All the attributes of
Stereotypical saved souls
Save one, save one
While the pretender's squawk
Pretense filled accolades
And preach against those that seek understanding
For something they cannot control
I witness a gay man
Who is my son
Who is ethical and lives the golden rule
I cannot believe one such as he is condemned
I will not believe that it is so
Regardless of the peacock proud gestures
Spirtuality is not their divinity alone
Is not their divinity alone
Is not their divinity alone 10/10/2006 Posted on 10/10/2006
Copyright © 2024 James Zealy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 10/11/06 at 12:52 AM I know just how this feels. The way I see it, if any of us make it through without our names getting blotted out of the book of life, it's mercy and grace alone that caused it to be so. He never gives up on us, sometimes we give up on ourselves. He is filled with the compassion of understanding and forgiveness. I pray I can learn to be like Him. I too, am the woman at the well, after all. God bless you. |
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