What is written...
Author's Note:
This poem just sort of... came to me. I guess some part of me just got fired up at all the ways people can write stories out of all sorts of strange themes here. (Not like that's a bad thing) Like I said though, this is my first time, so... yeah.
What Is Unforgivible
It is unforgivible when slaves are lashed,
Unforgivible when rights are dashed,
As long as it is written.
It is unforgivible when love is gay,
The meaning stuck badly anyway,
As long as it is written.
Yet as humans our bitter tea,
Can corrupt our better nature,
We can find the reality,
Without help from legislature.
Blessed is imagination,
Stretching our minds of innocence,
Although truly a sensation,
Is true irony brought to sense.
It is unforgivible to break the law,
Yet some still dare with magic, tooth and claw,
For this is what we have written.