Nobody cares for that over which you weep Nor shares the burden of their world’s foredoom Seen starkly; you it is alone that peeps Into the whoring fate spun on life's loom. Lay down upon their rack of misery Which worthlessness of pride has reckless wove And trembling, accept the blasphemy Of idols in the soul for which they strove! Put off your past contrition, cut the tropes' Supposed necessities and dip your cup Into their Lethe; gulp down your failed hope And lax submit before death's razing sup! They will not let you flay their sacred cows; Though it is sin, prostrate I bid you bow.
What trust their way of pride obtained In those that helm the lumbering state Shall not to comfort more incline Than strife of passion wrought of late.
Between, there is a promise broke That speaks of ever darkening night And labors 'gainst the dreadful stroke Of death, like ships in dire flight.
Their chartered seas for parts forlorn In credence of foretokened shores Will not convey the factious storms Nor gain what love denied before.
And this, the proud not knowing whence Shall lurch upon familiar scenes Once ciphered sagely, common thence To revel in their courts, obscene.
Then bearing on their chosen course And mocking what is fair or foul Their blue and gray in time reverse For unity, their songs avow?
If they can, with triple band Wed Bahsaan's bull to Shiloh's mules; Outrun a troop, alone withstand A hundred million of the cruel!
Or bounding in the grip of faith O'er leap the whitewashed walls of mind And death undo, more radiant With proof of love, by grace refined!
Behold, they scoff the sacred care Corrupting in the status quo To auction off the orphaned heirs Like sheep among the chatteled fold!
More greedy than conniving guilds Engrossed upon the public store They plot against the tithing field Once left in portion to the poor!
At last, with utter impudence Of ruling pacts in bonds of state They wrack upon the innocent Their lust of power, insatiate!
They rape the moon, gulp down the sun Turn native warmth to icy cold In glory for what lust has won- A naked world, to privilege sold!
These boldly cruel and faithlessly Intemperate to the sacred dares Forsake the rescue of the weak And grace, whose other's burden bears!
What's more…in any way they choose They're bounding to the nether part Where proves what in the soul behooves For healing remedies of heart!
Both great and small, it is the way They all shall go, advancing now To visit on that desert plain Their first anointed met his own!
Such fates are bringing to a head That hidden in their factious state… Like poison asps of slinking dread To strike them, cunning, unawake!
And lions, lurking in the brush Where they conceal their interests Shall cancel with a sudden rush Their treachery and compromise!
What now they see, a token is Of that which ere shall sudden be And vengeful, wreck with peerless fears The hopes of their once proud conceits!
Then roaring like the oceans' waves They'll rage in torrents of the lost And raging, grapes of wrath display Or reigns of ageless justice tossed!
So shall their boiling tears roll down And myriad, recompensing ploys Dance on their condescending frowns They spent before on care deprived!
Worse for sure and wretched more For them whose rotten bars of state Held scorn of truth, let slip the store Of wealth such care would mediate!
Now boon or bale is in the mean Of happenings that shows their part And illustrates their work conceived Or faithless, wields the devilish arts!
These arts, their fates have since resolved With every mite of what they are To demonstrate from whence evolved Or failing, burn like falling stars!
And whom shall every compass read Not owning that of common birth Which points to limit in the needs Now turned to their lascivious worth?
But them who, in the closing hours Shall wake upon the dawning light And in the grasp of subtle powers Withdraw consumption’s lusty mite.
Then broached upon the sacred weal Shall bards and sages break their bread For those whose grace and freedom steals To love, escaping from the dead!
Such noble trial the heroes bore For them in unremitting weights And, Kingdom courage, smashed norms Of tyranny and sanctioned fates!
Though lessons of such faith have failed The fool, aloof in proud concerns They prove the marshal will of all For truth, through burnished virtues earned!
Ages in their veins shall, waking, whirl As archaic potentials’ dreadful might Turns girl to boy, conversely boy to girl Unlimbing reason for unreason's fright! That once gone right will deftly then turn left While self-conception staggers to its doom Bursting the bonds of day and night; bereft The carnal measure fails both late and soon. Then faced with generations' awesome curve Of ageless heart and soul, how shall it bear The paltry thought at first that blindly swerved Into the narrow recess of their care? Alone at last, they no more can maintain As what confounds the part, no part sustains!
Praise the privileged, admire the ambitious For they are worthy, they have all the strength… So evident contrived, their powers are banked To dominate dissenting arguments. Evangelists that preach a brave new age Are these more reasoned wizards on the brink Of all disposing will, all ends betrayed To serve their corporations’ nod and wink. Such market is their world, as goods are sold Their education, pride's admissive rite Ordains participation, pirate gold Dispensed in rank currencies of conceit. Hurrah, at last, the world’s equality In once overt, now covert slavery!
Behold the brazen will, these men of time From time brought forth, they are the world's latest And so, they must truly be the best As culminating age the mind refines! Now to and fro they go, their lists increased With every tally, everything computes Their princely judgment as long ago deceased Life’s mystery, crutch of simple dupes. Learning is theirs, precepts are theirs to bend; Lawyers, scholars, politicians rest Upon this pillar; they can split or mend The finest lines, no tittle left undressed. Step by step they round the universe And finite lies to infinities converse!
Such pride of theirs that strains for fleeting fame Seeking to tempt from time the wasting plaque Of recognition, though their judgment's black And vaulting minds, the lurching of the lame! Construing every worth as if to pose In some fair light their comic dignity They wreck the world and secretly repose With condescension’ self-important glee. As if full-wrought by truth's heroic wing Their pride aspires; on vain conceits they soar Up threw the mist while private songs they sing In self-made praise for deeds of learned lore. Like bats that sound the dark in broken flight They mock the truth, embraced in shrouds of night!
Such sophists, ever proud of self, decree- Hear all you simple what I will disclose Which power of my discernment shall repose The world in technocratic majesty. As instruments of some more vested being They bat their eyes and let fly all their minds Resolving every complex urgency And wagging tongues, the Gnostic’s doubt unbind. An air of comedy, their creeping self Weaving the webs of their proud certainties More armchair resting, ready to divulge The bestial learning to the rest, insane. Prostrate in ponds of swill they splash with glee Pretending to catch sail for open seas!
Behold the estimations and the creed Of judgment in self-righteous confidence That cares for nothing of the innocent But swamps life’s refugees with cruel conceits! With ages it has built the edifice Of dogma; every pit and lion’s maw Is its contraption, set in consciousness Of those condemning letters of the law. Cunning serpent, masquerading as a dove It fashions politics, more vicious wrought With rationales to blacklist those who strove To flee its institutions’ heinous plot. Enamored with its fascist benefit The systems of the world it implements!
Dogmatic soul, how bold it tempts the fates That meets to each the fruits of carnal will Redoubled, which was spent in kind so late Upon our brothers, sisters, other selves! It make its estimations, rules the span Between men, lords over the equity With proud conceit to lift the brazen hand And rend in two the heart of sympathy. Such is its gruesome glee in confidence Of its own judgment, ever knowing not The facts it scorns in others are dispensed In every heart: one root all life begot. More wretched this, more wicked in the blame Than hypocrites who, at bottom, are the same!
O laws of learning, evolution's best How justified, how potent is your power Subduing and uplifting every hour; Once ruled by you, the heart finds no redress! No scruple needed, no conscience to bestow Now call the torrents of predestined will And with your iron styluses, furrow The world with greed’s intent in utmost skill! Alas, your fate, pride’s inner engines fired To serve with zeal your doctrine’s least behest Without compunction; all survival' squires Dubbed the sovereigns of amoral quests. Unsheathe your carnal sword’s materialism And drive home, to the hilt, your nihilism!
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