Oh no –
You don’t get to have a case
a plea or grain of saving grace
Your pain did more than stay within; bled to the innocent, expanded your sin
You’re forgiven now?
Must be nice that
God has grace for your disgusting vice
No grace for my child,
but what do you care?
You were able to release your inner nightmare
I guess he/she/it
disregards what you did;
raising those arms in selfish praise
You don’t see the pain
I see and feel
You don’t have the burden
of a victim to raise
You took most everything
from us; you and your co-conspirators
You spread your disease of power and lust,
take a long hard look in your crooked mirror
Face what it is that you have done,
instead of acting like the fucking Prodigal Son.
Emily C. Poésie © March 10, 2015