In the sweet silence
I heard a sparrow spake
Of rumours and ramblings
carried in the chilly wind.
It seemed I hardly took a step
And the wind had carried
bleak words and outrageous lies
to worlds unknown even to me.
Confounded and confused,
I was ushered to the courts
The vulture truly fit in costume; the judge.
The jury stand full of rattle snakes.
Alas, I have right to witnesses!
They march following in line
the ants, adhere to their queen.
One too many, yet all testimonies the same.
The prosecution is a scorpion,
Poisonous and hateful is he!
Sting upon sting I seem to lose breath
Revived only to be stung again.
Tis’ a fix you see.
The Queen ant is in cahoots with them all.
There is still but one: my counsel, the fox.
Cunning and swift is he!
But what case do I have in a zoo’ full of
Aspiring liars, thieves and cheats?
But wait! For I am yet to learn of the acquisition!
It appears I am accused to being unchaste!
Pray tell, what is my mistake?
Refusing to lay with the pigs!
For refusal to lay is not chastity
as much as it is to lay with a pig.
One chosen by friend, aunt and cousin.
Instated by religion, state and country.
Matched by unwritten books of requirements
Re-instated by society, mommies and daddies.
Yes I was chaste up until yesterday.
When once I laid with the pig.
Unchaste did I become the day I said nay to
The pig in a sty full of injustice.
Tis true, Tis true!
I am indeed unchaste!
begone dear chastity
with the pig and pewh.