The Woman with the Blindfold
It’s the human being selling
his soul for some money,
praising his worldly
belongings, his greatest wealth,
misusing his power, his hold
on another, telling the story,
of how good he is, with gold
on his wrist, his mouth full of filth.
It’s the man who’s losing
himself in bullshit and commonness,
always busy with unnecessary
antagonizing, the shameless lying
of which he’s the only
believer, cursing, blaspheming no less,
it’s the man who’s without a
blush, deceiving and threatening,
a being with a soul so black
as the night, his name gotten bad,
his deeds put in writing, his
words seeded on the role of death,
everything he was is weighed,
the sword drawn over his head,
nothing will stop now the
woman with the blindfold to add
to his life the last word she
has, to speak justice widespread,
in favour of the working class,
GUILTY, as charged, this lad.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
02/04/2015
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