Martyr
The scales will not balance,
neither logic nor evidence shall
heal their sight, those who have made
holy robes of the emperor’s
invisible clothes.
Believers spend their gold on a
branded bible, patriotic documents its
companion texts, a deluxe
fuck you to the separation of
church and state, a badge of
awareness highlighting the perceived
persecution of their faith, their
coins counted in the temple by the
snake oil merchant to defend his honor from the
relentless witch hunt by the deep left state.
Discernment is abandoned like
dangerous secrets left carelessly in a
golden water closet.
10 thoughts on "Martyr"
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Those who have made / holy robes of the emperor’s / invisible clothes = fabulous!
Love the images in this poem!
at least being martyr’d
means they’ve died..
one less egg to fry… 🙂
preach on sister!!!
A hearty “right on” to you. Well expressed!
Bold and confrontational, I like it!
You had me at “a deluxe fuck you to the separation of church and state”. Wow, I love the imagery and the way you displayed your frustration with your words.
Wow! Austen, this poem conveys the tone if frustration I feel when I see how easily manipulated our society is. Great tone, powerful images, and sharp language! Loved this!
“Neither logic nor evidence shall heal their sight, those who have made holy robes of the emperor’s invisible clothes.” Perfectly said.
Totally love this piece!
This rattles in my brain daily! You did such a great job of expressing the frustration I feel about the whole sideshow that is DT.