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Son of God?
An ordinary man?
Was he there,
when it all began?
The Deistic “Big Bang”?
The eve of Creation?
Does it matter?
Wars between nations
are corporate business.
Profit must be maintained.
Hate is created, goodness
how easy it is to entertain
the witless with legend;
dirtied and tainted beyond repair;
not what he taught, his agenda;
peace on earth, good cheer.
THE TEARS OF CHRIST will flow forever
as long as people follow blindly,
shout throng and mob together;
allow themselves to be lead by the greedy.
He cleared the Temple of Money Lenders;
an action of righteous anger.
A visit to Wall Street, where they tender
their corporate greed, with unapologetic vigour
would not go amiss. In this modern world,
Capitalism the new religion
embraced by the acquisitive, swirled
around in an ice covered glass of gin
or whiskey, only the best;
praise ourselves for their foresight
damn the poor, the starving, and the rest
THE TEARS OF CHRIST
could not wash away such filth;
they serve as a reminder
of how greed by stealth
has drained our world of all things tender.
The aspirations of the noble
are mocked and drowned in disdain
got to have the new mobile
get on the right tack, catch the train.
No one sees him, when he cries.
In the Garden of Gethsemane,
atop the Skull of Golgotha, calvary.
He healed a blind, it is written,
gave him back his sight.
turned to the killing mob, and said
“he who is without sin”, cast the first stone”.
No one did. They stood in fear and disbelief.
How dare he question their right
to be ill informed and righteous, a thief
is a thief; a whore is a whore.
Save the explanations,
can the tears, we are the law
there is no room for redemption
your doom has been foresaw
Not he! He stood his ground.
Looked them in the eye;
bring it on! Not a sound
as they turned away, no goodbye.
THE TEARS OF CHRIST
will flow forever, Now, as before, as will be
The Righteous Thunder, chunder
their absurdities into the ears of fools.
The tears are not of impotence,
their strength lay in their vulnerability,
their profound silence
their absence of enmity.
They are the last resort
of a captive population;
no less slaves than is taught
about generations of other nations.
They are the reminder of who we are.
Captives of a dying planet;
comprised of the matter and energy
of stars and cosmic matter.
Incomplete in isolation,
molecules in disarray;
give me complexification
I will show the way.
THE TEARS OF CHRIST
might never end, until we hear his call
to love one another, are no strangers;
we are inhabitants of this small planet, we all.
So, forgive others, as you would have them forgive you,
the meek shall inherit the Earth (what’s left of it)
let the hateful and greedy form a queue
the next shuttle to Mars, is waiting in transit.
Les Bush
13 April, 2013
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