Soiled Garments
Hypocrisy is forced on me
gift of a larger world
no matter how I respond
it is mine to be embraced
pretending in the face of truth
this is the charge put to me
a criminal without recourse
when authority has its say
the lies are not my own
they are the gifts of other men
goodness is my quested grail
in each day I strive to realize
fallacy heaped as the result
judgment sewn as the soiled garments
I’ll not wear them if I can
“not your choice” comes the refrain
I am presented as the madman
unable to see my sin’s doom
even as I strive to be as pure
as my life would allow
society will speak from virtue’s place
state I pretend to be something else
than what I am, this is laugh
for the opposite is the consequence.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171003.