Ode to a bigot~ By Ashvin Iyengar

This is how alchemy works.

The merest thought of you
whips me into a frenzy
and gives me the energy
to do the things
that I should do out of love
but don’t.
For my laziness I am ashamed to say
holds far greater sway 
than my love.

I look at your ugly face.
Not the face you were born with,
but the face you made.
I look at your ugly face
and want to help rescue kittens.

I hear your hateful voice.
Not your voice,
but the things you voice
and I want to help rescue
refugees thousands of miles away
whose plight 
is a direct result
of the hatred you manifest.

The poison you spew
opens up my clogged arteries
and flushes out accumulations
of years of gluttony.

Your diatribes
are like ice cold water
on my sleepy face
waking me up
from my drunken slumber.

Humanity
could very well be
an experiment gone horribly wrong
if it lets bigots like you
hold so much power
and attract
hordes of angry followers.
But I am
putting on my apron
stained and full of
acid holes of my own mistakes
even as all my demons
tug at my feet and try and stop me.
But I am putting on my apron
and mixing
what little love and compassion I can rummage
and pouring it
into the cesspool
that you are creating.


Author Bio:
Ashvin Iyengar incorporates writing poems as part of his spiritual journey.