1
It's sad, the fad, to genderize Our Maker:
Amazons aside, History made men Movers, Shakers
But is it dad's fault, the sin of God?
2.
I will trust the Jesus account; He showed "Abba"
The Father whom He enjoyed communion with!
But before Jesus, Jews whispered YHWH
3.
Don't take it for granted; Matthew 6: Jesus's prayer
"Our Father in Heaven," not Mine alone, the Saviour
Wants equality and "siblings." Please read John 15
NOTE: Before Jesus walked this Earth and taught, Judaism taught God's name was so sacred, one could use only THE TETRAGRAMMATON or the 4 letters YHWH, to designate Him. Jesus called God not majestic judge Jehovah, but ABBA, or "daddy" in Hebrew and left us The Lord's prayer, beginning "Our Father."
I
The elders speak of a special healer
In their times of trouble
Their country was overrun by "others"
And women and children felt frustrations
Men could not vent upon Occupiers
In their slavery to others, cruelty ruled
And one widow, or outcast wife, suffered
More than others. she had a disease
Not leprosy, yet cast out: Don't touch me!
She heard of the special healer, saw Hope
Waited day after day to find a way to him
II
The healer had no qualms touching & praying
With, and for, the castaway, wrapped in blood
She followed the healer to the end, gratitude
Is easy if you are an exile, the worst "other"
Many were healed, men were taught duties
Of real family men, forgiven but instructed
As best teachers practice: message from High On
Only this Woman came to the Healers tomb
Because elites and blessed people are hard
They lose Ubuntu, humanity & civilization easily
But celebrate stories from Madagascar, Mali, Maya --
Because they do not have a stake in strange places
If the healer is called Jesus, some people turn purple
Kids running crazy around the house
Is he at the bar again?
Fast train to wit's End
Throwing away money you don’t have
Here he comes, strolling in
Stinking of booze and smoke
Sorry, darlin, got caught up with the boys
Shooting pool and unno, shaking the week off
Aw come on, don’t be like that
Don’t start that damn crying, Jesus Christ
A man can’t go out for a few hours
I have to come back to this
What’s for dinner?
Hey, Mamma, kick him out
He isn’t gonna change anytime soon
Go get some love, real love
Love yourself
Tell him to take a left down Last Laugh Lane
Nonbeliever
by Michael R. Burch writing as Kim Cherub
She smiled a thin-lipped smile
(What do men know of love?)
then rolled her eyes toward heaven
(Or that Chauvinist above?).
Country of loyalty is supreme, others add up the number
Heaven is here already, the rest still looking for a plumber
All is perfect, in this domain, nothing that bad to remember
Understanding of respect, dwarfs in height like a chewed cucumber
Very cruel is this thin king, with the poison of a black mamba
Invaluable glory of another, fossilized like amber
Neighbouring geographies are not worthy, even when this slumbers
Internationals, not treated worthy for a good December
Spits fire and damages others like the Axe’s blade on a timber
Mother nature is beautiful and everyone is a member
Male Chauvinism Alive and Well
By Elton Camp
Though it’s unquestionably very wrong
To a lower life they say women belong
Their intelligence is far less then men
Was so from when humans did begin
Equal treatment they need not expect
Nor to be accorded the usual respect
Some men privately women will stalk
Others go public with senseless talk
Many men with this viewpoint agree
From support of such arrogance we see
Who are some men who feel this way?
Judge for yourself by things they say
There’s a public statement that I saw
From the lips of Mister Rush Limbaugh
A women’s history museum was proposed
He said that the nation has plenty of those
Then as examples of such, he boldly calls
Though we just call them shopping malls
To woman’s worth and dignity is he deaf?
You can evaluate his words for yourself
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