Def Poetry #2

The silence explodes around me
My ear drums beat the heart's rhythm
and the blood is pumping.
through enlarged veins drunk on wine.
from left to right I sway.

In the name of God they proclaim
the winner of the arm wrestling match
Fair games seem odd to explain
the sinners warm tressels spat.

And in shame we all walk away.
for their God beat up mine.

Not literally, they just shouted louder than me,
prouder than me, to tout their shrouted God,
in the hours that be. It's hard for me
To relate in this ornate ordeal-
I feel that this cannot be real-
When we were younger it didn't matter
God was God and no one splattered
any blood or tears we just existed
lifted away in our ignorance.
Is this bliss pissed away as I stumble home?
Think back to the roots from where we come
Unstrap the boots that wear away at our legs when we run

For we have forgotten socks.

And this sturdy footing gets uncomfortable.
Absurdly putting certainty in things as subtle-
ly as we can.
The only one one hundred percent certainty is there is no truth.
Prevail! Prevail!
Faith.
Have faith, don't discriminate.