the first sign of morning, the chirp of birds through your open, summer window on the world, the first light of dawn, Aurora goddess awakener of the Sun, King of the Planets, earth-mother stir with life giving warmth bird to bird calls one lover to another the dawn bestirs herself and puts on her cosmetics indigo-blue and hue of purple-pink rose as pretty as a maiden in spring picking her way through the fields and quiet with her certitude the girl of 14 years smiles with her secret as she follows her immigrant mother through the farm fields, mother and daughter obedient to the man, the boss, if they wish their lives be lived a long time, otherwise trouble makers are disappeared and no one knows the wiser Good men, god-fearing and loving of their wives and children hard workers for the harvest are suddenly one day gone kidnaped by their enemies, who knows the names of the disappeared mourned in secret and tortured by their governments and the powers that be. lest the truth be known and their husband’s murderer be named and another child of God is killed under the name of Islam, Christianity or whatever other blasphemous God, the idols that are condemned in the Old Testament are the deities of lust, anger, greed and the buying of justice by men of money and power: an old Negro friend of mine would often comment, “How many rich men are executed in the electric chair?” Money brings envy, dishonesty and scheming: “Don’t be clever,” the old terrible nun would warn us in Catholic High School when the Sisters would still wear habits and grasp the Crucifix with their arthritic hands praying for patience while beating the child’s hands with a steel-tipped ruler. Spare the rod, spoil the child, the most important thing is the breaking of a boy’s will; these days they call it child abuse any way you look at it everybody’s afraid of the man spying on your computer what are you gonna do when you become the Jew in Nazi Germany and are gassed, tortured or broken for your sin of being the wrong color or the wrong religion or the wrong political party or just for being another niggr waiting on your connection it’s about time the hoarders of food are hung and their excess stores of food grains be distributed to the hungry: everybody must be fed Hare Krishna
Posted on: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 19:56:30 +0000
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