Heretics

Each step

takes me further away

brings me bitter peace

acceptance of the world around me.

Wrapped in tranquil acrimony

holding my tongue

holding my views

holding my reality

close to me.

No one wants to hear

no one wants to know

no one wants to see

differences

only the same.

Sheep in a huddle

grouped together

wanting nothing more

than to conform

to become like everyone else.

Brain washed

spoon fed ideology

never a thought of ones own.

This is what our world has become

a mouthpiece for the wicked

who look to destroy

who look to raze our lands

rape

pillage

destroy

taking what they want

never giving back.

Obvious 

it seems to those who…..

ripped the scales from their eyes

opened their ears to cries around

who try to rally

to educate

only to be named….. 

heretics.

©May 10/19

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