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Sunday, January 26, 2020

AND ALL WE SEE...


























Good morning
Mister I'm Gonna Blow Up The World
And how are you today
praying to your God Of Territorial Disputes
getting ready to go out with a bang
probably never considering that
once you've enjoyed each of those 72 virgins
happily waiting for you
it may not seem like heaven any more
knowing the way your mind runs
but we never seem to think of the obvious

yes

it's important to fight for what you believe in
but I draw the line at my humanity

and no

God DOESN'T want you to do that
any more than he wants you to pop a fart and whistle Dixie at the library
and I don't know why you look at Him
and see petty
and vengeful
and finite
when I see infinite
like the classroom teacher who knows
you don't take sides in playground disputes
the main thing is for the little buggers to learn something
so you can pass them on to a higher grade
but we ain't there yet
so it's always us and them
and all we see is
an infidel
a nonbeliever
a heathen
an apostate
an unholy
unrighteous
wicked
blasphemer
Jesus
give me a break
what are the chances there's only one path to follow
and each of them shouting OVER HERE
even I can see
that's a mathematical impossibility
if we are all God's children
wouldn't it make more sense to think that
every
belief
system
may have at least a piece of the truth
and if we'd just put our heads together
and compare notes
the bigger picture might come
into sharper focus

but no

you're going to kill
in the name of your God Of The Partial View
in a crowded market
with a bomb strapped to your waist
you are no better
or worse
than the guy
who sends the misguided missile screaming through the sky
the aftermath is going to be just as messy

and oh

a bunch of women and children bit the big one that time
unintentionally of course
collateral damage
back to the drawing board
with a shrug
we're still the good guys
and none of our strutting Suits
have any regrets
I heard them say it
must be nice to sleep at night with NONE
of that on your conscience
you
poor
sad
crazy
numb
deluded
power junkies
too blind to sense
that you're going to be
on the wrong side of history
to a man
it's all a game to you
where the end always justifies the means
well hell
I know it's a game
but still I'd like to play
with as much integrity as I can muster
and be able to shake hands with my opponent afterwards
don't know if you can do that
when he's carrying his dead child in his arms
but you never have to view that close up
never once considering that it's all tainted
from beginning to end
and that nothing good can come from that
which proceeds from a starting point of evil
and that it will hound you
through this lifetime
and how many more
I can't say
your only salvation
your only hope
of escaping karma's
massive kick in the ass
is that maybe...
just maybe...
It's all a dream