Poem for Day 009 - 20150109
Oh dear artist what makes you be
the curse and blessing to society?
Listen to our untarnished truth,
and reflect it back as mere fact.
Tear back the mask of civility
reveal the way we want to be.
Show us the beauty that we seek,
and the ugliness we conceal.
Turn away your observing gaze
prophet of the hidden heart.
You show too much, somehow see,
what I crave and what I fancy.
You've done nothing magical,
truthsayer among us,
revelation has power inherent
as you show us the good and bad.
We celebrate the glory of god's grace revealed,
while dining at the devil's dinner party.
Our appetites are grand indeed,
taking in the breadth of humanity.
Our predilections are amoral,
inclinations of human capacity,
no good or bad, they just are,
and you have shown them in your mirror.
Now comes the test, moment of truth,
do we hold you in our bosom,
or do we cast you as pariah,
for what you've disclosed of our proclivities?
You position the mirror, you set the plate,
and we preen before we fill our guts.
Can you be damned, or perhaps blessed,
you scapegoat of artistic tastes confessed?
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