I swore, by the bones of my father and mother,
the eyes of my sister, the life of my brother.
I swore, by the cross of my Lord, whom I love,
and by all the angels of God up above,
but I will not swear anymore!
I swore, by that song: the sweet song of salvation.
By blood-spattered flag of our war-weary nation.
I swore by the bible and all that is holy.
By storms that sail swiftly and streams that glide slowly
but I will not swear anymore!
I swore, by the truth, that was twisted and tortured.
By fruit plucked by Eve in old Eden's fair orchard.
I swore, by the way and the truth and the life.
By the unending love that I had for my wife
but I will not swear anymore!
I swore by the blood, of the cretins who’d crossed me,
my sword blade would spill from their wounds that would run free.
I swore to get even, with vengeance and fury,
that I’d be the judge and that I’d be the jury,
but I will not swear anymore!
- Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 7th, 2022 06:26
- Comment from author about the poem: (James 5 v 12 “But above all, my brethren, do not swear, either by heaven or by earth or with any other oath; but your yes is to be yes, and your no, no, so that you may not fall under judgment.”)
- Category: Religion
- Views: 11
Comments1
absolutism, is a curse
best shed
as early as possible
in our path, to evermore defined
self awareness levels..
personally I choose to heed
the wisdom of Plato's Socrates
'I know
that I know, nothing'
except
of what I've gleaned
in that search
to know, the truth of myself
'Gnothi Seauton'
know thy self...
and what I've found
is that we, like all matter
in existence
are but walking, talking
pulsing
manifestations of potential's
zeal for chaotic, illusiveness..
and what power we possess
lies mostly
in finding those possibility's for goodness
amongst, the bleak absurdity's of our reality...
(stay strong, dear Poet
thanks for sharing)
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