I have been branded “Thomas the doubter”.
Ask why, I was the first dawn after nights,
Walked the isle in rags, smeared in tar, couldn’t shine.
Wearing the smile of a star while a slave.
My truth was a lie, are day and night same?
Prayed tainted prayer, I knocked, no one heard.
My bed’s a pyre, I’m refined, purified
The order is skewed thoughts and wry stares, hate.
Beggar for the truth, I bagged a lie fast
Artifact, baked in the dark became I.
Thomas Tee2emm Bot