Friday, October 13, 2023

QUARANTINE LIFE: POETRY PROMPT---HYPOCRISY


You made it out

So many years under attack

You went back home

No one thought you were coming back

The world stood by

Silent; no one raised an alarm

At the war’s end

Few welcomed you with open arms

Some knew your plight

Yet, played upon your fragile hearts

Too weak to fight

You saw the scheme as a new start


You took a gift

That really wasn’t theirs to give

Your promised land

Was where poor souls already lived

You told yourself

That your rights mattered more than theirs

Were you surprised?

Did their grief catch you unaware?


What makes you think

Peace will ever be truly yours

‘Til you repent

Remember who you were before?

How can you see

With such a great beam in your eyes

Your moral claim

Leaves a great deal to criticize 


Surely you see

How hypocritical you are

You—once oppressed

You—deemed inhuman and subpar

How can you now

Embody what you used to hate?

How can you so

Brazenly harm and subjugate?

I really need you

To help me to understand 

How you expect 

Anyone to heed your demands


Why can’t you see

You’re doing what was done to you?

Expect to weep

For every heinous thing you do


Whatever good

You may have done, is now in flames

And upon lists of the world’s evil

Etch your names



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