Ishtar's Invasion

In Sumer land, you first appeared. A potent god, both loved and feared. Queen of Heaven, joined to its lights. Moon your father, Sun your brother. Venus was your symbolic star. You were too, a goddess of war. Fierce, fiery, passionate, and proud, violent storms raged in your breast. Goddess of sexuality, And patron of the prostitutes. Her worship involved sexual acts, Her temple housed her prostitutes. Enchantress you, and sorceress, goddess of magic and of spells. You spur desire and alter forms, despising all societal norms. You changed your face to suit your space, And you are known by many names. Ashtoreth, Astarte, Inanna, Aphrodite, Venus are you. You are a female and a male, with power to transform and mar. You turn a woman into a man and a man into a woman. You ruled the cultures of the past, and held sway over regions vast. But when the Christian message came, men’s hearts were changed, and you lost fame. Your temples famed relics became, as worshippers no longer came. Your cult faded as all cults do, when men discover what is true. You lost your lure for centuries, while men to God their knees did bend. But as their faith began to wane, your fame you did, slowly regain. You spurred a revolt on sex norms, then inverted natural sex forms. You blurred lines between the sexes, breeding in mind that which perplexes. Today you wage a full-scale war, designed to destroy and to mar. You plan to squash man’s soulish bent and from him every virtue rent. Wake up my fellow human beings. Consider what these grim lines mean. Ishtar wants to destroy your soul, But God desires to make you whole.