(A Poem)
By Edward Kyle Richey
If time were a persona she would be that of Medusa A female renowned for her beauty Turned to stone by man's wickedness Punished for being raped by Poseidon in the Temple of Athena No justice given for her No voice to speak out against the real pain she suffered No, her only crime was to taint so-called Holy Grounds Where were her defenders? How could these gods hold such disdain? Clearly Pharisees of their own time, in their domain No Christ to hold them accountable, "He without sin cast the first stone" For surely these gods of stone were only good for casting judgement Yes, if time could speak She would remind us all of the pain and hurt Of the injustice and brokenness All the lost and confused who lack hope A world torn from the garden Time would rarely know good or righteousness Yes, she could speak of that as well But far fewer stories in-between The civilized savages and savages without civilization remain savages Yes, if time could speak, she would be the voice of all females Of women who can only sit in the shadows hoping for the light She would say these things to remind all That without truth and love there can be no virtue and there can be no praise Gallant men are still men at best but even they are capable of right They must hold another responsible Be accountable for their word and action Anchored in truth and not mere reaction Purpose and duty do recall when more than one speaks against wrong Men and women and children They all have suffered All under her gaze Cursed to watch but unable to prevent Forever in stone with no voice by which to vent All stone inside and out No flesh to flesh out Punished for a crime committed against her
Art piece: Medusa (1893) by Jean Delville
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