LAST SUPPER
LAST SUPPER
Why should I join your table!
Why should I intoxicate myself with,
Your costly wine you flaunt with false splendor,
But in it you slip a dose of lethal laughing toxins?
One would laugh and laud your generous tenacity!
Yet, with that fake giggle,
In the sunken gleaming eyes of a snake,
You seethe inside!
We were a number but, the undertaker claimed a few!
Am I the only black sheep that feels the froth?
Or is everyone’s heart blackened with drops of seeping venom?
That corrodes the lips and you wipe the evidence?
And now you that you noticed my awareness,
You turn the table for bile to flow from my quarter
A good Samaritan, you’ll offer gallons to quench the raging fire
And offer empathy to cure my irking ire!
You can burn my stiff but you won’t my soul!
I will count the grains of sand in all beaches of the pacific,
But to your corrupt course,
I shall never crawl! Keep your mercy!
Every day you count a loss of a player in this team,
And blame their frivolous folly!
Holy saints you are, but the acridity of bile will burn y’all,
When reckoning of hypocritical is finally done!
About this poem
The poem is a metaphorical critique of deceit in relationships, illustrating the pain of betrayal by those who feign friendship. It teaches the importance of awareness and self-respect in the face of duplicity, urging individuals to stand firm against corruption and moral decay. Significantly, it calls for authenticity and vigilance in our interactions, reminding us that true character is revealed not in easy camaraderie but in the testing fires of adversity. This piece serves as a cautionary tale, advocating for integrity and the courage to reject false pretenses for the sake of one's moral compass and soul. more »
Written on February 10, 2014
Submitted by anthonymutunga6 on March 10, 2024
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABCADEBFGHIJKLAAMNOPEQEBR |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,111 |
Words | 227 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 25 |
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