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Blasphemous Tongues
The urge to spit something,
vile truth, maybe,
into the open mouth of society
the urge to kiss the bitter sweet kiss of death
onto the lips of politicians, teachers and religious leaders
this urge to fight back
or to just laugh in the face of it all
this urge to do something...anything
is becoming overwhelming,
and when it does...
what then?
do we then bite down on our tongues?
our blasphemous tongues
to keep us from speaking,
from spitting,
from kissing?
and how hard?
until they hurt?
until they bleed?
until we bleed from the wound of silence
the sweet blood of defeat
into the open mouth of God?
Damn. You were the "Featured writer" so I figured I'd say something.
This is hardcore. I really don't know what to say. But it speaks to me, and that's something. Good job.
Lauren, this is a wonderful poem
.. wonderful
thank you!
Dearly glad you allowed your tongue to spit this one out... splendid work of truth.