Nations, Proud

The flags contort and distort

In the air

Writhing in the wind

Nations proud, lie

Humbled at their knees

What is done in the dark

Shall be brought to the light

In full view and truth

Unloading

I lay my truths bare for all to see

My shame, naked, my guilt exposed

All laid down

Ready to be sold like wares

Until every single piece is bought

I will become free

Desirable

Scrambling fingers

Searching for holds in my flesh

With the thoughts of lust in mind

Tearing, tossing, molesting

Holding, inserting

Until no patch of skin

I “ruled” was free from sin