Can truth and justice ever have a say?: A poem 

Is the scorpion the actual poison? 

Or is it poisson that makes you cry, as does an onion? 

Did the fairies take my Mum to Aries? 

Who tampered with my mother’s diaries?  

Is it the one who did the stoning? 

The one who does not want to do the penance or atoning? 

Where did my brother go away weeping? 

The Fisher King needs to do some explaining 

Whose head do they think they are parading? 

Is it John, Jesus or James bleeding? 

What is this ignorant world needing? 

Just some intense work of weeding 

I don’t know if I just wanna be like you, Dad 

But you were also the beloved son I had 

Ask me if I don’t pine for my eternal love? 

How we are parted always because of a devious glove! 

Could Earth’s gold have been stolen? Where was it molten? 

I know that a whole lot of metallurgy made the Christian heaven 

And why does Paul simply not go away? 

Can truth and justice ever have a say?