Sunday

not His job

It doesn't matter
what I want
because we all
must survive the plot.
The problem on the platter
is a betterment knot.

You don't have to lie,
I know it all begins with "I".
It's easy to see
how it's all about "me",
and yet you keep
looking to your golden idol
to fix it all.

All He can
is give a prophet,
and I'm willing to bet
you're not up for that.
You may squander some days
thinking of God's ways,
why we're here,
how it got to this day
with the sunset just so,
but the meaning of life
you ought not ignore.

History shows us a path,
quite a few in fact.
Nature always adapting,
people and setting,
so we can all live the better.
Then of course there's instinct,
who's needs are succint,
survive, protect,
have sex.

She's just a woman,
and he's just a man,
and they're both just as human
as your family clan.
They should be
just as free,
but instead,

they sit in the rain,
without your champaigne,
in embattled domain,
and everyone to blame.
Fixing it is not His modus,
that's why He made us.
It's all just
one big experiment,
the rat race heaven sent.
Comprehend
His one command
for everyone we have to fend.

I may not know
just what is right,
but at least I try.
I do not follow,
I do not lead,
I'm just trying to see
over the crowd.
So many people
drowned in the Sea
of Money and Status,
it's become hard to sell
our Liberty Bell.

The way it is
right here and now
why we live
is for that easy cash cow.
He gave a greater purpose,
and it's not about "me".
Born just as naked,
just as spartan and stupid,
as the children starving
from here out to Beijing.

Here we have everything,
from a porcelain sink
to a shiny silver spoon,
but those other children
will be leaving soon,
and their mothers
would hope for mortal bane
from aeroplanes,
or their brothers
may change their name
and kill you just the same,
because you sat there in the pew
instead of feeding just a few.

they sit in the rain,
without your champaigne,
in embattled domain,
and everyone to blame.
Fixing it is not His modus,
that's why He made us.
It's all just
one big experiment,
the rat race heaven sent.
Comprehend
His one command
for everyone we have to fend.

3 comments:

animus said...

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Anonymous said...

I find it amazing. A total different style of poetry.
I'm not sure what aeroplanes mean?
But who needs to know.. i Mean really
defiantly impacted my life.. somehow. not sure yet

Anonymous said...

Magnificent - fantastic poetic artistry and accomplished unity with some Reality. Great stuff