Once upon a not so long ago, even words spoken could get you accused of all sorts of things.   Now it’s a new sort of dogma that we have to conform to or pay a wicked price.  Funny isn’t it?  The more things change the more it stays the same.

Cursed Fate
by Michael Doyle

Cunning drips from the tongue
Of those who will not be undone
As challenge set by the feigned morality
Of those who find weariness in the banality

Of those with too sharp a tongue
Regardless of how pretty or young 
Thoughts rolling around her head
Of things that evil men have said

It's how these charges tend to grow
More of a slip of a tongue than a know
For the thieving and the scheming
Will not be deprived of their foul dreaming

No matter the nightmares they cause
And how it make honest men into outlaws
Deception wears its clever smile
As deceivers put the less guilty on trial

More's the pity of that shame
Innocent women bearing the blame
As they speak truth against the power
As the wicked sit in judgment and glower

Until then left to devices of their own
Ill mannered men are fated to die alone
Cursed to the flames of Hell's unholy fire
Such is the contempt these men inspire

(c) March 20, 2020  Michael Doyle
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