Sinister

Ink splashed on the scriptures;

Tainted by blood.

Heretic breathes— the flame of faith flickered,

Ignited by clubbed.

A cave painting of god on the book of narcissists,

The brush must be punished.

“he is my justice, your honor;

If you say a word against him,

Your neck will rest upon my sword”

Announced the perpetrator, in the voice of heaven.

“he is also my child, sweet love,

I won’t denounce him no matter what!”

As the god explained, the crowd gasped,

“who is this wolf in our liberator’s skin?”

The man amongst men was lynched and

The sinner was set free by society.