TOPSY TURVY

Milestones can be homeward

Kissing can be a bite

Laughing can be silence

And wrong can be right

unravelling can be knitting

Clean can be a dump

Losing can be winning

Winning can be a slump

Oh yes!

the Earth can stay still

and the Sun spin around instead

And I can say I can live without you but mean

Without you I’d be dead.

 

DON'T DO IT

Tell me - 

how can I reconcile myself to the fact 

that the story of millions of children like me

who are being sexually abused by the minute

my own experience

and my coming to you to listen, not understand

'cause you can't comprehend the terror, the helplessness

the evil that exists - in your pristine state -

you who have spent your whole life wrapped in a comfort bubble 

of delusion, 

feeding off whims and fancies, and where religion is defined

as must-know-more-than-the-others, a kind of lingua that puts you

in a cult, self-placed on a pedestal of pompous righteousness from where you deem fit to preach.

Yes - 

how can i reconcile myself to the fact that the tears and animal-like terror cries from the deep throats of children

you pacify with the complacent 'I'll pray for you.'