No
the meek did not inherit the earth
the unjust did
they built towers, tore down land, put up artifices
to their glories
giant gnashing flesh consuming machines they were
so long absented from Eden, Hades, Siddhartha, Zarathustra or Paris, TX
they no longer knew what was cruel cruel CRUEL
she knew, as she placed carefully and with some delicacy
her head in the proverbial lions jaw
she smelt salivation, a drunken lust to abhor
even as she stood her ground, smiled, did not give an inch
felt the carpet of the world being pulled UN-magically
with the wormy writhe of tongues imbibed on sarcasm’s quill
addicted to stabbing in the back, anything not approximating themselves
…
for the unjust then
it is enough to say
I know you
when I published my first poem, you
wrote your friend; ‘she thinks she’s something special but she’s trash’
I asked you to your face
why did you say this? In the same breath turn to me and smile?
I would rather you told me point-blank
the barrel of a gun is more honest than a knife behind your back
had you told me what you really thought of me I would have said
that is your prerogative
your opinion, you can share it when I am gone
but don’t pretend to like me at the same time
do not kid yourself into believing you are splendid
…
for the unjust
may play that sick lyre of spite
one moment hold you up, while planing your defeat
I have had so many times, this cold feeling in my gut
now it is part of who I am, to mistrust
when you have taken that, I have nothing left to lose
shock me once, shame on you, shock me twice, shame on me
…
you were embarrassed, outraged to be caught
I felt no need to forgive what you did not believe was wrong
no the meek did not inherit the earth
the unjust did
I see clearer than before
when object to pinch and humiliate
it was once said, they cannot hurt you if you do not care
but I care
for no truth will be spoken without risk
so I risk
in speaking I know there is much desire to stifle and shame
though I have never understood why some find it necessary
…
for the unjust then
you rule this thin world
I am just a voice
if I could vanish perhaps I would
but then you’d have gotten what you wanted
so I persist
And why not persist, if you believe in your cause!
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By definition I always believe in defending the under-dog or the oppresssed, unless of course they themselves are doing harm such as child-abusers whom I would argue are no oppressed group but use that comparison to their advantage when trying to gain legitimacy and traction.
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Wow! SOME
Oem. It is good. I understand the feeling behind it. Very passionate and true
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Powerfully said 💪🏼
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Stand tall and strong my friend
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Ugh, yes. This is amazing. Candice, my dear sweet soul sister, you keep standing tall and I’ll be standing right beside you.
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Persist and persist and persist!!
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YES! Most definitely!
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