Here is land. Go pray on it.
Here is land. But remember;
I do not want to see your crosses,
I do not want to hear your church bells;
Shut the lid on that age old organ,
And turn your trumpets in.
Keep your deities away from me,
Lest my eyes fall upon its evil;
Silence your prayers from this air that is mine,
Lest my ears be tainted by their devotion
Keep away from my sight your statues
In all their colour and splendour,
For your statues are not my statues
And only what’s mine shall exist.
Snuff out your candles,
And pour out the oil,
For only the light in my lamps
Shall flicker for all.
Here is land. I”ll tolerate you here.
But this is my fence.
And cross it you shall not.
~
Why, brethren, why?
Why do my prayers offend you so?
Do we both not ask for mercy and grace?
Do we both not seek strength for kindness and love?
Do we both not fall on our knees for forgiveness?
Do we both not hold out our hands in thanks?
Why do you anger at the sight of my cross?
Why must I hide the symbols of my faith?
Why do my steeples, my statues, my stupas
and my structures of belief drive you to hatred?
My beliefs needn’t be your beliefs
As yours needn’t be mine.
But is not your God
My God, too?
And is this land not yours
or mine,
But that of the Lord of all mankind?
9 Sept 2009
dominik says
Beautifully written.
Nothing but the truth. Most probably the negative mentality would have been imported from Middle East countries.
They were not like that in the days of old.
Chang Mei Yen says
Beautiful, and true.
somethingStirring says
Animal Harmed 2009
The story goes that the rich prince had a farm
There lived two-legged, three-legged, and four-legged animals
Now the rich prince never let the animals govern
That right he bestowed upon some um, no-spine criminals
One of these was the sleepy bag of weed
It rolled onto the stage amid cries of hooray
“Don’t work for me..,” he pleaded so nothing did
The March waves came and swept it away
Then the stage was set for the shit
Whose father could be great, could be vicious
But the shit was not exactly a big hit
A poisonous smell started to rise
Now the shit had a brother-in-arm
Paid to hunt underwater beast in France
An indignant Mongolian mare stomped onto the farm
A beauty whose name is now defunct
On the worldly peak they found her forearm
Bits of legs and muzzle and hooves
To know what she had tragically become
Be very brave and C4 yourself
The kangaroos got around and put on a show
The shit’s loving text slipped from the pigeon’s claws
Pleading the brother to bear with it for now
“Just remember I never met the horse before”
A ray of light fell on a Parisian painting
Two stools riding the ill-fated steed
The puma commented the uncanny likeness
“Can these two be from same breed?”
The painting must be taken down the wall
From the airplane the brother got the London view
Two faceless branches took the fall
God knows why killed someone they hardly knew
The brother confessed to the wind
“This sure smells a lot like shit,” declared the canine
But the curry fish head changed his mind
Since that day he had become offline
The helpless chick arrived for some pointers
“My advice is this,” said the voice within the toilet
“If you want the hole truth, you have to poke harder”
“And please remember we have never met”
Two frogs jumped into a sewage pond
For a baptism by stinking sewage
The witch laughed riding the wheels of fortune
The shit took off with the silver on a royal carriage
The stench in the farm filled all the lungs
The shit reached into his bag of perfumes and candies
Something to mask the odor and sweeten the tongues
The faeces was ordered to put out the candles
The shit raised its second digit
After digging up gold from its nostrils
“All animals are equal. I call it 1bullshit”
“But some more equal than others, so please be real”
The hired parrots did a sell-out concert
On the dance floor only three-legged creatures
The third legs made the crowd go berserk
God knows they would have danced better if they lost the clutches
The shit wanted victory and that’s that
The dung danced overtime to seduce the reaper
The bird flew out the window to his nightmarish death
The kangaroos reassembled for another round of caper
The thirsty dagger stood in the way of God
A bloody cow head was the toll
The cousin approved by way of a nod
The cowprits gleefully extolled
For 52 years the animals were preyed upon
How much longer before the truth is rediscovered?
The fearless storyteller has moved on
The stench has become unbearable
Will the animals know their real enemies?
When will the animals rise up to stake their claim?
The faecal family is waste discharge of animals’ bodies
Their rightful place is in the sewage drains
All animals must reclaim the land they own
When the time comes flush the stinking shit down