I Wait
I must give them Love,
And Love only
Can you stop me?
Will you be ashamed of me,
Or exasperated, angered,
When my neutrality resembles bestilled water,
Undrinkable, observing and flowing…
As my choice becomes iced with silence,
And non-action?
Every atom screams,
Hate them
Speak your tumultuous mind
With passion and purpose,
Speak and forget your disillusioned place!
Be their instrument of scorn,
Break them down,
These builders of fabricated walls
These grabbers for attention
These leeches latching onto
Every power they can get—
Feet planted in the swarms of stings
Erected to last—to suffer vastly
The sacrament of melancholia, let it
Find you,
And fill you with hate,
Disgust—for their
Impenetrable impotence!
Break them down,
With what you deem right
A spirit sighs, says,
Be a companion,
Be a meek friend
Be a listener,
Let them speak,
Do not be so quick to condemn
Allow their hurt
For how can you stop it?
Just like you,
How can they stop you,
From feeling, silently feeling
What they cannot grasp…?
Just as you feel,
Let them also feel,
Let them be,
Wait, just wait…
Their hands clasp my throat in searing iron grip
My eyes tear from the force,
Blood collecting in my world-heavy head
Do not be silent, they say!
Speak, you proud, religious bigot!
You are no better than I—nor him—nor she!
Speak, for tomorrow you die…
But I cannot even reason when you say….
Choose your way! Choose your way!
They probe—they force—they complain,
It is okay…it is okay….
I will not steer your life in the embodiment of my lens
I can only give, I can only pray
That the answers of truth will sooth your days….
I give them Love, and will the rest,
That swear that the responsibility lies on me—
I will the rest,
To the shades of better trees
Longing….
For their trunks to reach greater altitudes,
And their voluptuous shade to spread upon
These soiled, troubled souls
The choice is not mine to make
With love—with pain,
I wait for His reign
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