Sworn Statement

Kevin Michael Bloor

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 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
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  • L. B. Mek

    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'
    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
    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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