Saturday, February 21, 2015

Charade - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2015 Bob Atkinson

tell me truly do you believe
in what you present and what you dream
that unruly jumble of words you spoke
in devious method toward mind's ghost

you drone on and on without deep breath
your words lie petty, no harsh duress
until those foul and filthy lines
which take from children their innocence

you, as a refugee from seminary
use techniques of mind control
to filter any willingness
to object or reject this droll prose

don't keep me in that world of yours
you may possess credentials vast, unfurled
presented by those not in the know
not privy to word's purposed flow

take your lack of honest truth
withdraw, don't subject this to youth
don't set them on a path not straight
don't from your religious bag their future take

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