Open your palms, let me read you
It is hard these days to take a man's
Word for what it is, fearing short-change
When angels walk the earth with blonde hair
With gold chain worn that dangle glim
Shim-erring to create a persona, pink glasses
Charisma would come so easy with charm
It is to be expected to be ordained
And be a hope to the world
Walk on paths, where the soul of the masses
Stand in need to bring light and say
I am of flesh but of angel make
I am an angel of man
To walk this earth and be celebrated
At death; tomb stones with poetry
And charity names inscribed
This is for the angels
That walked the earth
I saw a horn grow out of his skull
And wings as white as snow
With dirt corrupt and burns like the devils
Did we allow the devil to walk
Free amongst us, only to claim
He was the devil in person after death
To stone a grave and uproot a tombstone
On mob attack from the masses
Not from the victims but you spectators
Who jumped on the band wagon
I knew this, I knew that
I knew of Jimmy Savile and said nothing
All this while, shame on you
All this while and said nothing
Only to jump on the bandwagon today
I didn't know who Jimmy Savile was... this was very well written and very enlightening...a great use for poetry.
ReplyDeleteI read this a second time through to grasp the meaning. It certainly made me think. A very original write.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very strong poem. I liked how you turned the images from pure to corrupt, just by twisting the phrases. Well done.
ReplyDeleteIt's sickening what Jimmy did, abusing his celebrity for sick benefits like that. Although I;d never have sent my child his way in those days - I always remember how he made my spine shiver, freaked me out. But this is awful, and you're right, those who now claim to have 'known' something should hang their heads in shame. A great choice of subject to highlight with your poetry - loving it. X
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