Martyr

Mistress of so much deceit,
keeper of family lies,
you sweep all off their feet
with your hypocrisy
and your thin disguise.

Never can you admit your wrongs,
nor the darkness in your soul,
keep that tongue where it belongs
to examine the sin
in your own dark hole.

Instead, you spread like a disease
to all who harken to your words
you enjoy spreading doubt and malaise
and care so very little
how you worsen our world.

To hell with all your false virtue,
your harsh judgements
and just-for-show prayer
you are the worst kind of evil -
someone who pretends to care.

Jeanne MacGregor Lahn

Responses

2 comments so far.

1. SC Noll says:

   I have to say that this is one of the most darkest and most beautiful poems I have ever read I think. I wish I could tell you what verse or line is my favorite but I honestly cannot pick because the entire poem is so beautiful to me, well I love it every verse/line. Thank you for writing it.

   SC Noll

2. Jeanne Lahn says:

   Thank you, SC! I am always happy when someone can feel what I am trying to say and can relate.