This is not poetry Definitely not a song That I want to sing Better call it a riot Progressing forward Designed to sting An attention seeker, yes! Here, there, everywhere! Talking about the holy spirit Getting shaped by it Still full of disgust, and error You take the long road home Get there and bounce A woman’s honor Never for once wondering What initially got you here You got to be Here And were then Gone Still couldn’t derive How to obey the space and time You just wrote of And oh, woe is she? Another target? Hit and leave her then In her misery Scare her away when She’s full of grief Trying to let it out, she’s Desperately trying to heal And you talking of holy Mary Comment full of shit Slowly try to peel Leave out scars One can never heal Man, your talks are Full of illusions Of you being the abused When you really are the abuser Making them wear your mask Of blind obedience But can’t spell it right While naming names Not asking for consent Playing games, then Talk of God’s purpose And this here, is a riot Non violent, no expletives No God’s words, no preaching No naming names But yes, playing your game Yes, trying to haunt-a creep Not just once or twice But at least FIFTEEN times..