Do you not have any shame?
For all your words of wisdom
Do you fall short of words at the sight of men?
How do you sleep at night knowing you made a perversion of the truth?
How do you sleep at night knowing you cut the roots of a blossoming tree and paved it with concrete?
You only seek the status quo, in all your pomp and flair, you are nothing but a slave, a cog in a machine
that goes round and round, making slaves of us all
slave to beauty
slave to money
slave to titles
It is not freedom you seek
it is not rest, nor is it family
your philosophies speak of veiled suns, colorful cages, barbed homes, and flowery prisons
it speaks of beauty without freedom
it speaks of a family without love
it speaks of a heart that stopped beating in passion
it speaks of a heart alive to the beeping of a heart monitor, barely alive, tied to the machine
Do you not have shame when you face another woman?
Do you not have any shame sentencing her to a life of meaningless servitude to a godless system?
Time and time again, you befriend and come laced with poisoned apples
To stab at the first sight of disobedience to a god that has no compassion, no love, no kindness, to a god that is merciless, to a God that demands sacrifice.
It is not god that you serve, it is the devil.
Behind your false smile and your proud heart
Lies a thousand lies that make up the bricks of your prison
Where you will rot and remain
Like pharaohs of the olden times
Buried in monuments, sent off with false promises of gold and goods in the afterlife
Brick by brick, an illusion
For the oxygen that gives life also rots the skin and flesh down to the bone
So whether you are buried under the meadow or deep within the pyramids
You will rot and remain with your lies
You say you are home, but a home is not a home where there is no dignity, equality, integrity
It is a house with a warden and prison inmates
Even a shed becomes a home if there is love
Even a prison becomes a monastery if there is self-reflection
It is not the walls that make us
It is not the doors that trap us
It is writing the wrongs as right.
It is twisting the truth that gives us a life sentence to the lies that make up our prison.