That we are slaves

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ManleyBeasley

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That we are slaves is in dispute,
autonomy the bitter root,
that grows into a putrid fruit,
inedible and sick.

The cultural philosophy,
the tainted lens through which we see,
unexamined, just believed,
an old illusionist's trick.

I am in chains; I know its true,
fettered desire is nothing new,
once shackled to sin and now to You!
Who brought fire to this lifeless wick.

-Beasley
 
Thanks. I'm trying to write poetry to become better at communicating doctrine in ways that grab people's attention.
 
Very nice. Someone needs to put this to music.

More proof that Arkansas is that little bit of heaven on earth. ;)
 
It's very good, thank you for sharing. I find the last stanza particularly powerful and beautiful.
 
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