Jesus Will Provide For Us
© Surazeus
2018 06 06
Familiar with my own peculiar quirks,
I try to get inside the heads of strangers
and express weird thoughts with alien words
to expand my consciousness beyond death.
I wake up every day with a blank face
so I perform routine rituals to cycle
energy congealed in electric credits,
sunlight to dirt to food to cash to dreams.
Sunlight and rain activate seeds in soil
that sprout in food farmers harvest and ship
to factories where cooks process packages
sold in stores, so we all eat till we die.
We build our civilization to process
dirt into food so everyone can eat,
and then we tell each other tales of heroes
who kill monsters attempting to consume us.
In all our novels, movies, and pop songs,
humble heroes battle the greedy tyrants
who try to control the means of production,
so everyone feasts together by the river.
Zeus plays the Host who welcomes every stranger
wandering across the land into his temple
to join the feast after the sacrifice
while Muses sing tales of hospitality.
Who will I play today on stage of life,
performing role of Zeus in temple hall
who assigns each stranger their role to play
planting and harvesting crops in lush fields?
The honest leader, elected by people
to manage functions of society,
befriends every member of the whole tribe
and helps them cultivate talent in skills.
Following example of Zeus the Host,
Jesus performed the role of tribal leader
with compassion, caring for every person
to sponsor the crafting skill of their hands.
Rather than enslaving people to work
for his profit, Jesus assigns each person
social role commensurate with their skills
so they earn profit from their own hard work.
I tended trees of fruit and fields of crops,
and herded flocks of animals in meadows,
to build commercial empire on hard work,
producing food so everyone may eat.
Hunger gnaws at my fragile dignity
while I trudge city streets, searching for work
that allows me to build things with my hands
so I can house and feed my family.
Men with money invest in companies
so they continue to produce the goods
which fuels engine of capital creation
so everyone can eat in their safe homes.
Exhausted from searching for social role,
the honest worker slouches by the wall,
holding his hat as he begs for a coin,
while people sneer and say, "Go get a job."
Tom stares at faces of his wife and children
who sit around the table with no food,
then aims the rifle at head of his wife,
so she bows her head and prays to deaf God.
Laying the rifle down on the bare table,
Tom kisses her and caresses her hair,
then waits for Death who gnaws on their frail bones,
and they sing hymn, "Jesus will provide for us."
After singing the hymn of loyal faith,
and waiting for Jesus to provide food,
while the king and bankers feast in the palace,
the poor family sits forlorn in the gloom.
When dawn rises on vast fields of gold wheat,
the honest worker and his whole family
lie dead in the shack by the railroad tracks
while bankers drink wine in palatial mansions.
© Surazeus
2018 06 06
Familiar with my own peculiar quirks,
I try to get inside the heads of strangers
and express weird thoughts with alien words
to expand my consciousness beyond death.
I wake up every day with a blank face
so I perform routine rituals to cycle
energy congealed in electric credits,
sunlight to dirt to food to cash to dreams.
Sunlight and rain activate seeds in soil
that sprout in food farmers harvest and ship
to factories where cooks process packages
sold in stores, so we all eat till we die.
We build our civilization to process
dirt into food so everyone can eat,
and then we tell each other tales of heroes
who kill monsters attempting to consume us.
In all our novels, movies, and pop songs,
humble heroes battle the greedy tyrants
who try to control the means of production,
so everyone feasts together by the river.
Zeus plays the Host who welcomes every stranger
wandering across the land into his temple
to join the feast after the sacrifice
while Muses sing tales of hospitality.
Who will I play today on stage of life,
performing role of Zeus in temple hall
who assigns each stranger their role to play
planting and harvesting crops in lush fields?
The honest leader, elected by people
to manage functions of society,
befriends every member of the whole tribe
and helps them cultivate talent in skills.
Following example of Zeus the Host,
Jesus performed the role of tribal leader
with compassion, caring for every person
to sponsor the crafting skill of their hands.
Rather than enslaving people to work
for his profit, Jesus assigns each person
social role commensurate with their skills
so they earn profit from their own hard work.
I tended trees of fruit and fields of crops,
and herded flocks of animals in meadows,
to build commercial empire on hard work,
producing food so everyone may eat.
Hunger gnaws at my fragile dignity
while I trudge city streets, searching for work
that allows me to build things with my hands
so I can house and feed my family.
Men with money invest in companies
so they continue to produce the goods
which fuels engine of capital creation
so everyone can eat in their safe homes.
Exhausted from searching for social role,
the honest worker slouches by the wall,
holding his hat as he begs for a coin,
while people sneer and say, "Go get a job."
Tom stares at faces of his wife and children
who sit around the table with no food,
then aims the rifle at head of his wife,
so she bows her head and prays to deaf God.
Laying the rifle down on the bare table,
Tom kisses her and caresses her hair,
then waits for Death who gnaws on their frail bones,
and they sing hymn, "Jesus will provide for us."
After singing the hymn of loyal faith,
and waiting for Jesus to provide food,
while the king and bankers feast in the palace,
the poor family sits forlorn in the gloom.
When dawn rises on vast fields of gold wheat,
the honest worker and his whole family
lie dead in the shack by the railroad tracks
while bankers drink wine in palatial mansions.
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