***Idolotry***
By: Xawtik Islanda
A little girl stands in a crowd and screams,
but no one hears her muffled cries...
Or sees the tears that seem to stream,
and flow from tender, bulging eyes...
The world she thought would be her friend,
abandoned and abused her; again and again...
Until she flees into the silence,A captive of innocent ignorance....
Yet in her place within the crowd,
should stand a Banshee, tall and loud...
Whose presence is flagrant and demanding,
She cares not for their understanding...
She builds 4 walls, each strong and tall...
Right in the middle of them all...
And at the top, the Banshee sings her deathly lulling song.
"Marvel at my illusive beauty...
Adore my specious grace...
Esteem my mendacious confidence...
I transpose to suit taste...
While I gather your approval,
and while you lust me with your eyes...
Below these walls, both strong and tall,
Innocence slowly dies...
For when she danced, you mocked her,
and when she smiled, you frowned;
and when she laughed herself to tears,
you tried to make her drown...
A light that shined to brightly;
you tried to turn her off...
And when she showed you tenderness,
You turned away and scoffed...
So here I stand above you...
You slaves unto this world,
For you will never again see,
the true beauty of this girl..."
to be continued.....
Posted 05/07/12
