Mercuria: Okay, before I start this thing ...
This poem is partially inspired by Why must I be Omelette's work, "Logical Fallacy". See? It's all HER fault! *nervous laughter*
This poem is not an insult towards those who are persecuted. It is BECAUSE people are persecuted and their noble sacrifices are compared to mocking in the cafeteria that I wrote this.
Read at your own risk. And if you really feel like walking on the wild side, review.
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Persecution
that's the word of the day
Persecution
Persecution
my ears are bleeding
with the assault of that word
Thesaurus, dear?

Sweet little girl
with delusions of torment
is this what you want?
A perfect nightmare
A personal fantasy
Justification
Proof that you're right
You're making me cry
for that's not what I see
That's not what it means

Do the children at school
who curse you thus
for speaking of God
Do they make you afraid?
Do they make you weep?
Do they make you bleed?
Do you know what you're saying
in that word
persecution?
Where you see petulant childhood tears
a broken kite on a summer's day
I see anguish
Women beaten for being women
Men killed for loving men
Children who can't go to school
I see miles of ovens somewhere in Europe
I see death

And when you speak that way
calling persecution "subtle"
as an excuse for flaming an atheist
Using real examples
as if to show the similarities to your life
I want to hit something
maybe you
And I would
if I could make you see
the reality of pain
the reality or torment
Persecution
is real
It is not a tool to gain respect
It is not a crutch to walk upon
skeletons of martyrs past
used to lift you up

A shattered glass of human life
does not equal
the bruised ego of a self-proclaimed "Jesus Freak"

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Mercuria: Feh, weak ending, I know. Read and review!