by Michael Plante

Your disorderly conduct will not be condoned
Yea must pay a penance for such behavior.
Atone, atone they scream.
Or ridicule and ostracization shall be your punishment!

I must disrupt the status quo,
for without no reasoning exists.

Tie him to the whipping post,
let the world see the results of bad behavior!
The people shall fall into place, and harmony and respect shall be restored!

My lashing I accept, for pain is my growth,
And for those that bare witness,
May they see the result of conformity!
The churning within their stomachs
shall be the seed that frees their souls
and feeds their spirits.
My pain is my atonement
and I am righteous in God’s eyes.

Submit, submit they scream in vulgar fashion
Let go of these ideas and we shall stop.
Will you conform to our ideology!

I shall taste the blood of Christ before I taste the blood of conformity.
Let my tears cleanse my face,
let the light of God shine across my brow
anointing me with blessings and resolve.

Unbalanced and insulting!
Cast him away for we’ve much to do.
Drag his beaten body to the desert and leave him for the vultures.

My skin shall heal, and my body will mend.
My strength is my resolve that rises my being.
My sight returns and my body is cleansed in God’s light.
I shall never be owned by an oppressor,
I shall aways be free in the light of my God.

The village falters under constructed ideology
the court of the oppressors have fallen ill;
fingers weaken, then turn black
rotting off the hand that once attempted to control conduct.
Fear rises within their minds and within the village;
“The water is poisoned, the water is poisoned”, the people scream.
“Our minds have been deceived our beliefs corrupted!”

The smoke of carnage rises from the village
the people have panicked and ensuing chaos has killed the oppressors;
the aftermath draws a new conclusion
conformity under oppression kills the spirit;
it’s always best to listen to the word of God
and not those of shallow men.