Gold Fever

Gold Fever History will not record the bloated weight Of this pious and bigoted race Or count the fat and flaccid wealth Of religions idolatry Those pages have been scrubbed clean By prosperous forgivingness And the cruelty of established political dominion Will not tally the bodies of the oppressed To them, faith and belief are merely a weapon A system of abusive control And a means of power continuation A dictatorial right to rule the population History will not record the inheritance of opinion But lay blind at the doors of massacre The Aztec, The Aborigine, The North American Indian, The African *****, Pray in silence to The Church Centuries written in blood and torture For a message of verbiage and usage Extracted and leeched from the poor and uneducated Created the western dream The long night of the witch hunt is not over The Inquisition has saved us With fake blood and wooden crosses This elite of moral perspective shall save us all We have paid the price in conscience Superiority managed by white skinned indifference Holy mother church has welcomed all All into its iron embrace of slack jawed wonder And what more despicable rule can there be Than to dictate ones own spiritual journey Spouted by the rote of political expediency And the promise of heaven Ingrained now this so called Christian ethic And so much of the truth left distorted Forgotten now are the ancient mystical secrets Which united mankind to understanding Idol of gold and crucifixion Of cathedral and stained glass objectification Gilt and holy water of sumptuous ritual Of silken pope and luxurious self righteous invention An aberration of human faith and belief An unrepentant destroyer of “ Loves ” dream The curse of The Christ as you continue to translate The Word And where the paupers fist crunches the dirt Where dried and parched lips pray for rain Where the desperate cry for a reason echoes Where blood flows in feted anger Where children scream in fear Where hunger and despair debase and demean Where there is no light And in the dark only pain If you wish to care for the souls of mankind Preacher It is there with them There Is where you should be