Fury
I present you my case…
The sense of longing that
would have been my undoing,
The loneliness that was the slow poison
that rots the core my hopes,
Dead was the last time you saw me,
Bloated corpse of contradictions
not fit for the rats to partake,
You had the bloodiest of right to spit right at my face,
But look now and whaddaya see?
A man so blessed under the sun,
from the noose of a million judgments
I have now been vindicated,
What more can I say but of the God that was murdered for me?
On clenched fist now I shall take to the streets,
A madman you shall label me…
I bother not with the trivial labels meted out by the dead,
Of double headed religion I shall not associate,
Dammed is house that preaches no Love,
Here now is the revolution that knows new bullets,
Sanctity amidst the sacrifice of one,
Blessed are the dead that shall come alive.
