But I Won’t Tell You

I bet you thought your fight was fair –

How dare I let you pull my hair!

Your strain has stained your underwear..

but I won’t tell you.

As I tickle rib for your sakes in the belly of this fish,

you gloat with glee in reception of your wish.

But if you could view what I see, you’d feel downright skittish –

but I won’t tell you.

May the riddle I write aid you to know

that all the animosities you project with your ‘discreetish’ type blows

won’t render at all the favor you expect to be shown;

but I won’t tell you.

A man who was quite precious in the eyes of God

walked a whole nation through a land void of sod.

Only to reach the gate and be denied the nod –

but I won’t tell you.

Too afraid to trust signs that would make short to promised lands;

signs that had showed sure deliverance from any and all opposing hands;

shucked faith, iconized a branch, and buried life and ‘talents’ in a labyrinth of sand,

but I won’t tell you.

You resemble that one; bombastically you proceed - to

bind your rules upon others; hoping to forcibly create good deeds,

evading truth as your shortsighted requirements are never error free.

But I don’t tell you.

In self serving, self righteous, secret activities you get your kicks.

Taking it upon yourselves to trample and extinguish innocent ‘wiccs’!

- forgetting that your collective high score at best is a triple six;

but I won’t tell you.

Not that it’s expected you’d get everything absolutely right.

But as you’ve presumptuously patented a name, claiming exclusive “light”,

Somebody should point out that your motives ‘just ain’t right!’

But I won’t tell you.

In inexorably bonded devotion that brings misery, tribulation, and pains,

I touch tongue to the fruit; for feelings toward you have been deeply ingrained,

As I await account, hoping the Master sees how in long suffering I’ve been maimed;

But I Won’t Tell You.