Plotting against the patriarchy
That's high treason, punishable by death
In the most villainous way
Murder of a taintless reputation
In the most evil way.
And isn't the executioner ready, sword sharpened
Aren't the hunters ready, eyes scathing and flames blazing
They're all ready to annihilate, lucifer lingering on their lips
As they prepare to glorify the crimson drips.
She was outspoken, quick witted with an unparalleled mind
Never defeated, always criticised
Her intelligence put them to shame, her bravery horrified them
They were unable to discredit her innovative ideas
So they spread misinformation against her
In a desperate attempt to save face
In an attempt to save face from the truth she was uncovering
When they've constructed plastic empires on foundations of lies
Desperately pouring water over the firework in an attempt to fizzle out its spark
Lighting up the midnight expansion.
She was a revolutionary, spoke passionately from a young age
Defiant in the face of injustice, unfazed by turmoil
Confident in her convictions from the beginning
As her influence began to grow, they became concerned
As she conquered cities and was heard, they were terrified
The old wives' tale is true, live in silence and be doomed
Or speak out and march towards rebellion
Like an innocent lamb to the slaughter
Her scarlett cloak and stripes of violet in the sky
Became a symbol of audacious mutiny alarming the patriarchs.
She saw right through the leaders, transparent and fake
Every empty promise set forward a mere hoax, their morals opaque
The totalitarians and dictators, sitting on plastic thrones were uneasy
She knew this was how they'd respond
From the start she could see the end
She had tipped the ship that was the delicate balance of power
That they were barely clinging onto by a thread
She was unpredictable, refused to be boxed in
Never conformed to their constructs
Since time began women with character and beliefs
Have threatened men with only a boosted ego to their name.
Pamphlets presenting propaganda as gospel truth
Overwhelmed the town
So the tragic tale continues, they fed lies to the entire village
Until everyone abandoned her
'A Judas seeking to destroy is among us'
Was the blasphemous announcement made to the parish
Anyone less self assured, inhibited by traits of tentativeness
Would have been broken by the glares and whispers on street corners
There was something about her they couldn't comprehend
That their folklore and myths never accounted for.
Stakes are high when it's innocent women condemned and crucified
Armies of witch finders, tongues quick to equivocate
Overpowering the unnerved and superstitious locals searching for a simple explanation
Searching for a scapegoat in a cruel world that rarely makes sense
Fiends lying like the truth never doubted
Inference between lines of the newspaper adulterating truth
Vast throngs of hateful traditionalists proudly bearing scorching torches
That fail to enlighten the dark ages
Heaving swarms battling through the woods
Soulless hearts thumping, mutilating mortality merely a game.
In death they strip from her all she devoted her life to earning
Labelled her as a heretic, vainly attempting to trivialise her life's work
Unfounded evidence is spewed from the symbols of sin
Denouncing dignity, ruining respect, slaying society
Simultaneously honouring hatred, venerating ignorance
Disallowed defence, she screams to the bleeding sky
As flames crawl across her, parasites preying on her power
Smoke polluting the town that turned its back on her
Choking the village that marginalised, isolated, destroyed her.
Plotting against the patriarchy
That's high treason, punishable by death
In the most villainous way, supernova immersed in a black hole
Murder of a taintless reputation
In the most evil way, galaxies burnt down to nothing.
And isn't the executioner ready, sword sharpened, pen poised
Aren't the hunters ready, eyes scathing and flames blazing, cameras clasped
They're all ready to annihilate, lucifer lingering on their lips
Terror tied to their tongues, phones flashing
As they prepare to glorify the crimson drips.
Crumpled snake skin falls away from the forbidden tree
In its last breath, the slain serpent's forked tongue curses them all eternally
And within death, she gains what they never will - a legacy.
LD x ~ 13/11/20
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Loudspeaker
Poetry'... are my words enough?' Many themes and issues run through this collection, interwoven with each other, knitted between poems, so much so this is less of a collections of poems more of a continuous narrative. When I write, I'm constantly inspired...
