X Marks the Spot
(99-01-13)
"X" marks the spot,
Or, for some, maybe not:
Some souls will not vote on that day.
Some souls confused, some disillusioned and abused,
May just relinquish their responsibility;
Leave it all to you and me;
Turn their heads, turn their backs,
and just walk away.
Some Xs you see, are reserved for Jah or Jehovah,
Allegedly.
Or one of the other Gods of those claiming to be free
Of this world's complications:
They are above our carnal disputations
Our fleshy debates and conflagrations
But benefit from our generous tax exemptions
happily.
"X" marks the spot
We're damned if we do, or if we do not:
There's no way around the decay and the rot
That is part of our lot, down here.
We solve nothing by outrage or fear,
By the indifference or perverse care
That always suspects a wicked plot;
Sometimes there is, sometimes, there is not.
We must learn to be positive, thankful,
For all that we've got,
Thoughtful, for with wisdom
We will preserve what is the best of it:
Secure the sharpest minds,
Employ the most capable wits;
Ensure that the best of those who stand,
Will be allowed to sit, and represent us.
A little more thought, then,
And a lot less fuss
Will serve us better with our party
Or personality decision:
A clearer head will help us choose the worthiest candidate,
Daughter or son;
A deeper look into ourselves is what we need,
To help us choose the leader who will succeed;
For truly, it takes one, to know one.
Politicians
97-11-11
Our politicians are the consequences and products of our lives:
The things we hold dear and cherish,
The things we condemn and despise;
The truths to which we aspire
And the subtle, innate lies,
Our appeals and ideals, the things we conceal
And all that we justify.
No man or woman is an island, none of us all our own,
Each one is a unit of a family, a collective, a house, a home;
We are all colored by the pool we come from,
The shifting sands beneath us shape us,
And mould the messages we become.
Where the waters of our sojourn run deepest,
Richest rhetoric is found,
Hence it is a paradox when a leader speaks
But does not make a sound.
Some seemingly solid souls are so hollow,
Some hollows, quite profound.
One Nation
97-11-14
This is one nation.
Somebody please tell our fundamentalist politicians and preachers the news.
That this can ever, only,
Be one nation, however diverse our peoples' views.
There is only one word
And those with hearts to hear
Know that it is "truth";
The diverse economic and political terms are mere allophones
Clothing the one message
That means the same, for me and for you.
Only one face, one human race
That is noblest, just and wise,
One slave, one master, one fire
Illuminating our minds.
Fat Heads
(94-03-22)
Fatted cows feast upon our nation's resources:
Flabby philosophers, entertain and amuse, themselves,
With their fictitious reasoning,
Their false pretenses
And superfluous politics.
Not a care, but to be fed,
Swollen necks and fatty heads,
Tails, wagging lazily
In protest of flies' unwelcome feeding:
Parasitic, life's-blood sucking
Is a leader's privilege.
Rest Assured
(93-03-19)
Of what,
Can one be certain in life?
Of joy or pain, of the seasons,
Sun or rain?
Who posits faith in deity,
Whose truth is fallibility,
In whose life is death,
And whose answer a quest:
An innate yet remote,
Reality.
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