If there be treachery of love on tongues that mouth
The lies that damn our sacred vows,
Then burning death awaits its call
On devil’s wings and those that crawl.
Death too sweet for an arrow strike.
That taste of death before comes the smell of afterlife.
The condemnation as a curse
On those who use lies to coerce.
Speak of love, say loud the wise
Of truth, that denounce all the lies
Of a love that passed and disappeared,
Within innocent eyes filled only with tears.
Waste, what of it? Do we care?
Enough to the throw compassion bare.
Strip your heart, expose the flesh!
Show it quietly to those who rest.
Those who waited for the crashing sound
As truth was buried in sandy ground
Now hide those ears so once deceived
By the lies you all so once believed.
Throw wide the eyes, free the dove.
Let flourish only the true words of love.
© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.