The Poet Who Wears Blinders

 Cloying words with religious overtones

disturb the universe, they paint distortions

and refuse to hold a mirror up

and view the scars, the roots

that wither from lack of water

Is it unacceptable to flay against

the inequalities --do we only see the rose

without accepting the thorn 

I, too, see beauty in the world

but why clothe it with saccharine words

Speak to me of the real world

with it's brokenness

Speak to me without glittering images

and soft, sibilant sounds

Shout, rant, and  don't be afraid

to get down and view the earthworms

April PAD Challenge

Write a life poem