Another ceasefire
another ceasefire
it won't last long
it'll hold until
weapons are replenished
wounds are patched
the tongues
of the blood puppets
are refreshed
another ceasefire
another ceasefire
it won't last long
neither side thinks
that the other belongs.
If there is a God, then we're all God's children
and we all belong.
If there is no God, then we're all cosmic orphans
and nobody belongs.
Either way, the universe doesn't care.
Make war unprofitable, then it will cease to exist
Disarm Armageddon-Defang religion
Feast peacefully with shining orphans, not crummy kings.
Government is an invention
designed for our country's protection
To defang internal and external enemies
not to bleed us of every last penny
A Cold December Night so Long Ago
‘twas on a cold December night
so long ago, a star shown bright,
and in the heavens, anthems rang
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
There in a manger on the hay
a new born child so softly lay
as shepherds watched and town bells clang;
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
A gift of God this gentle child
of humble birth so meek and mild
to save mankind, our sins defang;
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
In rev’rence now we laud this birth
when Son of Man was sent to earth
to free the world from dreadful pang;
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
Our souls washed clean, our conscience clear,
and so we celebrate each year
that winter night when anthems rang
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
November 28, 2019
Contest: In Praise of God
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Everybody was in hurry to unpack
the sins and reshuffle the names
of burns, by taking a holy dip
in mauve lake. I wanted to defang them.
Acid attack had the inversion effect
on the expressions.
It was an obscene vision
unrolling the infant
for bleeding an opponent. The procession
moved on. Details never came out.
Only the flaming bodies, loud thuds
and the screaming virgins.
This was unlucky for the hutments,
fragile poles crumbled down, unspeakable
emptiness on the faces. Something has
to be unlearnt. Too much pain of
the knowledge. Ectopic pregnancy?
SATISH VERMA
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