Now do you want to look for peace pipes any more?: A poem

I felt my peace pipe fall and shatter

in native country. You must know

my halcyon days are far too distant past

when there were no infiltrators; and no

sacrilege on my sacredness. The word heretic

has taken a new meaning all through!

Carnage didn’t begin from God’s vicinity,

if you all think you can blame him for it!

Look deep in your souls and see where

the wickedness lies! Blame yourselves

for fostering it. I am not inclined to defeat,

even though I have suffered it unjustly! Evil’s vanities

have prolonged and protracted the blind violence,

and left God with little choice. How does God

believe in himself and his Truth, when all that is his

becomes a stranger to him?! What should you think

should be his reaction to all your compliance in his

defeats, when he sacrificed an eternity for you all, if

not utter vehement violence. Have you all not been

reckless in departure from the truth, to allege his recklessness?!

Who is wanton then (?), when you begin to think this

madness of your children, their deformity in ideology,

is out of your own callous and careless adoption!

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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