Free verse № 115453
Jesus
(Reflections After Reading The New Testament)
At the moment of death
He had no doubt,
âIt is finishedâ
Poem complete.
His supporters,
Poem in hand,
Twisted words,
Jumbled letters,
Canonized, dogmatized.
Until those letters spell evil
As clearly as good,
While He remains
The righteous King.
17 comments
And congratulations on making up a world in which everyone is either a Christian, atheist, story lover, poet, humanist, logician, drunkard, or teetotaler. After a moment's consideration, I've decided this is what's wrong with all of your poetry.
At any rate, the point of my "mockery" was that you've created an absurdly small number of black-and-white categories to group everyone into. I'm for the creation of so many particularized categories that the term "categories" becomes useless for describing them. If I've "categorized" your poetry as "somewhat prone to describe everything in terms of a few rather extreme or polarized categories, so that almost every conclusion contained therein is wrong or simplified to absurdity, but not always," then I'm exactly in line with my philosophy, while you're a floundering guff.
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