BUTTERFLY KISSES

Well respected church attender,

stalwart biblical defender,

leads his wife and children well

We're captivated by his spell.

He'd give the shirt right off his back

to anyone who has a lack.

He has a way with young and old,

and treats most everyone like gold.

He oozes charm, charisma too,

there's nothing that this man can't do.

They're hanging on his every word -

the greatest things they've ever heard.  

Behind closed doors, he's on the prowl

a predator with silent growl,

whose mission is to use his power

to make his little woman cower.

Deadly daggers dripping honey,

little digs that seem so funny…

He's not hurting anyone,

it's just a joke - he's having fun!

He is the place confusion's born

for he's her solace and her storm.

A crooked master of her mind

through him, reality's defined.

She'll tend the children, wash the dishes,

let him give butterfly kisses,

while adoring crowds look on

for in his game, she's just a pawn.

Like sheep, the people flock to him

and cater to his every whim.

The wool is pulled over their eyes,

they cannot see behind the lies.

They're caught up in their reverie

of silver-tongue-tied flattery.

Like razored fences wrapped in feathers,

tickled minds all stick together.

In the midst of this parade,

his wife cries out, "it's a charade!"

But she is beaten by the throng,

because she chose not to belong.

Make her shut up, the people shout

she won't submit, so throw her out!

We do this in God's name, of course

for she has shown us no remorse.

Permitting such egregious sin,

of sowing discord deep within,

would go against God's Holy Word,

and cause disruption to the herd.

So we must take back our control,

for she has stepped outside her role.

We'll tame her tongue with gospel bridle,

lest she dare destroy our idol.

Guarding him is what we do.

It's not his fault she's such a shrew!

We've seen his works, he bears good fruit -

this woman is of ill repute!

And all the people will agree

to eat their own so happily.

Betrayal's fangs wrapped in a kiss,

A woman scorned; the truth dismissed.

Written by: Gethsemane 11/06/2020