Religions Are Racist Political Parties
© Surazeus
2019 01 21
Lush mellifluous overloading thoughts
gush through gaping wounds of my pulsive heart
to reflect rays of light that fracture truth
enough for me to mold with river clay
transcendent concepts of ideal importance
to comprehend fierce political games.
Shadowy ghost of Yeats through writhing trees,
that crack naked Earth to spiral toward stars,
gestures toward glass castle on misty moors
where million fairies in long flowing gowns
dance holding hands inside tall ring of stones
behind facade of our modern world empire.
The wise messiah leader of the tribe
appears each twenty years to speak weird words
enchanting minds of nations with new truth
that splinters religions into more gangs
when political parties fight for power
to follow mortal man who reigns as king.
Jews wait for son of David to appear
while Christians claim Jesus was that messiah
then Muhammad starts desert dynasty
while Meroveus reigns over German tribes
and sons of Henry rule America,
all dynasties sprouting from first King Adam.
I reject all sons of Adam as King
and declare myself Messiah of Nowhere
so I rule scope of land where I perceive
concepts of ideas embodied in people
who walk with me beside the ancient river
to tend apples we eat at the Round Table.
Religions are racist political parties
that deify sons of Adam as gods
who alone claim divine right to rule nations
so we elect his sons every four years
who wield nuclear missiles as shining sword
of holy law forged from Excalibur.
I want to vote for the Star Queen Ishtar,
whose black eyes reflect the sacred White Whole
when she dances on rooftop of the world
and dares defy the greedy Lion King
to protect the rights of the common people
and provides universal health care for all.
Will she at last break strong monopoly
the sons of Adam and Jesus maintain
to wield bright scepter of authority
as Mother of Humanity who gives
ripe apples from the Tree of Life to all
who share love in United Nations of Earth?
© Surazeus
2019 01 21
Lush mellifluous overloading thoughts
gush through gaping wounds of my pulsive heart
to reflect rays of light that fracture truth
enough for me to mold with river clay
transcendent concepts of ideal importance
to comprehend fierce political games.
Shadowy ghost of Yeats through writhing trees,
that crack naked Earth to spiral toward stars,
gestures toward glass castle on misty moors
where million fairies in long flowing gowns
dance holding hands inside tall ring of stones
behind facade of our modern world empire.
The wise messiah leader of the tribe
appears each twenty years to speak weird words
enchanting minds of nations with new truth
that splinters religions into more gangs
when political parties fight for power
to follow mortal man who reigns as king.
Jews wait for son of David to appear
while Christians claim Jesus was that messiah
then Muhammad starts desert dynasty
while Meroveus reigns over German tribes
and sons of Henry rule America,
all dynasties sprouting from first King Adam.
I reject all sons of Adam as King
and declare myself Messiah of Nowhere
so I rule scope of land where I perceive
concepts of ideas embodied in people
who walk with me beside the ancient river
to tend apples we eat at the Round Table.
Religions are racist political parties
that deify sons of Adam as gods
who alone claim divine right to rule nations
so we elect his sons every four years
who wield nuclear missiles as shining sword
of holy law forged from Excalibur.
I want to vote for the Star Queen Ishtar,
whose black eyes reflect the sacred White Whole
when she dances on rooftop of the world
and dares defy the greedy Lion King
to protect the rights of the common people
and provides universal health care for all.
Will she at last break strong monopoly
the sons of Adam and Jesus maintain
to wield bright scepter of authority
as Mother of Humanity who gives
ripe apples from the Tree of Life to all
who share love in United Nations of Earth?
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