| Written: AUG 29, 2003 |
Three fourths of the world,
They see it more clear than us:
The fabled learned ones.
They live and perish under it’s rule.
Our Lord and Master: Death.
Can it not only be that which rules us all?
With gods still too many to name,
We pay lip service but nothing more.
Poverty, greed, loss of kinship, racism;
All fine tools to separate us and pick us off,
One by one, it need not even come to us.
For surely it delights in us sending our loved ones
Onto the after life in droves aplenty.
We fear him not in Western society,
But does that make him less real?
For we use all our wealth and pampering to subdue him.
Do we not all rebel with science and healthcare,
Avoiding the inevitable.
While our “third world” kindred perish in incredible numbers,
We dance and waste like water and food are too much to bear.
Let us share the wealth, shall we?
Or does the sacrifice to the sovereign
Make for too good of television to stop?
