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Easter

After having murdered
The mostly working class
With plagues and pestilence,
God parted the red sea
And an angry Israeli army
Trsmpled over plants and fish
Flapping, and bewildered and dying
And then for forty years they made a journey
That should have taken 6 days
Only to murder the Canaanites.
But no such thing happened.
It’s no surprise that Einstein was a non-believerr.
And then Christians came and
Burned sensible people at the stake
Who prefered cooking with herbs.
And Zen priests sent out pilots
To commit harakere while the soldiers
Raped Malaysian women.
And at home the communists killed 4 million more
Than the Nazis did.
So pull down your flags and your white gowns
Disguised as economic sense,
Buying your next iPhone you enslave another million
Who can only turn the guns held against them into a ploughshare for you.
The Ku Klux Khan is not somewhere over there
Headed by a mythic orange man.
It’s in the red berries you buy and the green leaves
And the eggs of a billion enslaved chickens.
It’s in the stolen oil that you
Creste the real dead sea.
It’s because you are the most important person you know,
That your watch tells you how many steps you have left,
Instead of counting down the seconds till
You have killed the sea,
And displaced the islanders
And burned all the rain forest,
And left your children to pay for your next thing.
And then you tell yourself it really is too late to care.

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By | 2018-04-02T12:13:58+00:00 March 30th, 2018|Poetry, Zen|0 Comments

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