THE
RAPE OF A SOUL
Conquest of
truth has an ancient beginning,
Slowly consumed
by the changing times
With the passing
times, the truth loses its vigor,
Slowly
disfigured by titanium lies
The lies lay
scattered on the dust of an embroidered ego,
Camouflaging the
facts that were always there
When we find
humanity arguing with the truth,
We have to agree
to the rape of a soul.
Trying to live
through building a bridge,
A hug and a
smile lead the soulful songs
Between the
truth and the lies, there lies a disguise
Slowly emerging
with its well of reverence
Disjointed
beliefs, married with ease,
Gently conceives
an ignorant bliss.
Ignorance
persist through arrogant zeal,
Each day
reliving the rape of a soul.
Faking beliefs,
never finding a way,
Bearing a faith
that is as strong as dust.
Questions arise
to question this hope,
Finding its
answers in a confused race,
A race of
untruths brings the glare on a face,
Finding peddlers
of lies with an innocent gaze,
Only if the
truth would be the truth,
Maybe we would
be free from the rape of a soul.
Some say belief
is a garment of faith,
A garment that
everybody wears today;
None is naked,
not all are in the same garment,
Some are covered
in their own.
Overzealous
remorse sweeps an arrogant space,
Imposing its
garment on an unfamiliar face.
Loosing passage
to this dome of slavery;
Conceding the
truth to the pride of riches,
Slowly immersed
to the rape of a soul.
Finding relief
in a comfort of truth,
Learning to
trust its gentle ways.
Slowly convinced
by the power of friendship,
The truth finds
a soldier of truth,
Still in the
world are craftsmen of lies,
Who decorate the
truth with their nefarious venom!
Men playing God
by the power of their lips,
Slaying men by
daring God;
Men are not
afraid to intrude on God’s law,
Willing it to
suit their taste.
The worthy man
finds himself torn apart,
Feeling
oppressed by the craftsmen of lies,
When you follow
anything except the truth;
That is when you
rape the soul.
poem written by Elijah peter
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