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Burn, Ovid
by Michael R. Burch
“Burn Ovid”—Austin Clarke
Sunday School,
Faith Free Will Baptist, 1973:
I sat imagining watery folds
of pale silk encircling her waist.
Explicit sex was the day’s “hot” topic
(how breathlessly I imagined hers)
as she taught us the perils of lust
fraught with inhibition.
I found her unaccountably beautiful,
rolling implausible nouns off the edge of her tongue:
adultery, fornication, masturbation, sodomy.
Acts made suddenly plausible by the faint blush
of her unrouged cheeks,
by her pale lips
accented only by a slight quiver,
a trepidation.
What did those lustrous folds foretell
of our uncommon desire?
Why did she cross and uncross her legs
lovely and long in their taupe sheaths?
Why did her breasts rise pointedly,
as if indicating a direction?
“Come unto me,
(unto me),”
together, we sang,
cheek to breast,
lips on lips,
devout, afire,
my hands
up her skirt,
her pants at her knees:
all night long,
all night long,
in the heavenly choir.
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It's not just young couples making a choice
I am for life please have your baby, okay
It's a farce about the tissue inside, mother has no voice
Having an abortion Dr. makes an incision
It's gets much darker, still to this day
Incest, rape, not her decision
Fundamentalists look away
after unwanted baby is born
Assuming the poor can afford
Self-kit abortion leaves her torn
Aretha Franklin, raped by her father's inside men
Save the baby? Mother dies? They'll decide
No choice of hers, pregnant at ten
Spent her youth trying to hide
More stories like these will unfold in the end
They don't hate Gays—they hate what Gays do
It's sodomy, old laws make a come back
Couples shouldn't do that, yes them too!
Healthcare, abortion Mills under attack
In your own home, behind closed doors
Blaming women for wanting pro-choice
The ignorant call you heathens and whores!
In the dark hours of Thursday morning, at 4:26am, a young boy voice screaming was heard from the vatican city walls.
The Vatican walls threw back the echoes of Sodomy,rape, paedophilia, and financial crime.
Last night, a voice of a nun was heard shouting," i took the vows to serve the needs of society, and not your feelings Fr. Bob, "she complained.
A voice of priest Gustavo was heard in the middle of the night, Gustavo asked," Is my finding of liberation theology in Vain?" Why should the church be a passive Observer of evil in the world today?
Francis of Assisi lamented the loss of genuine sympathy from the top church leadership for the wars and poverty victims around the world.
Mother Teresa asked the pop, "Why do we have dubious financial dealings in the church when our followers live in abject poverty?"
The children could be seen around the vatican city walls carrying bitter memories of sodomy,rape, and paedophilia. One little girl asked,"If men and women in the robes can be thieves of our hope and dignity, who will save us?"
Saint Peter could be seen standing on the Pope's window weeping and gnashing his teeth,"you have contaminated the spiritual atmosphere, he cried!"
Who will save the church from hypocrisy and mediocracy? The voices of the saints echoes from the Vatican city walls.
By Chanda Katonga.
They came not with swords, but contracts in hand,
With smiles that curdled like poisoned sand.
World Bank, IMF — dressed in divine intent,
But behind every loan was a nation's lament.
They called it aid, we called it debt,
A collar on the neck, a future beset.
They promised bridges, but built no roads,
They promised freedom, then handed codes.
Our children’s hunger signed the dotted line,
While theirs drank wine aged sweet with time.
Economic sodomy in boardrooms cold,
Raping our hopes for silver and gold.
They taught us numbers that never added up,
Left us drinking tears from a broken cup.
Privatize the water, sell your sun —
Now see who owns the rain when the deal is done.
Our fathers begged with bowed-down eyes,
Our mothers paid with silent cries.
Entire nations left to crawl,
While towers rise in Washington’s hall.
But karma walks on barefoot fire,
And history listens with deep desire.
The winds are shifting, the tides awake,
And no thief shall keep what they did not make.
The poor now rise, not with plea but flame,
And speak in tongues that know no shame.
Shall we forgive? We may. But forget?
Never — not while blood and bond are wet.
Under this cosmos, the cycle turns —
And empires fall the way the fire burns.
Let the West beware what the East remembers —
No winter lasts through all Decembers.
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I am in a room
Drinking at a party
And smoking weed
Watching people all around me
Change into hideous creatures
Monsters from the deepest depths of hell
Everyone in the room
Has been transformed except me
The Chief of them all
Wears a Trumpian mask
Complete with orange hair
Half human half pig
His deputy
Wears the face of Putin
But his body
Half human, half horse: if
The other creatures wear masks
Many of them wear
Green Pepe the alt-right
Symbolic frog masks
And have T-shirts
Bearing alt right slogans
And Nazi symbols
And as they prance about
They chant alt. Right slogans
And neo-Nazi chants
Jews will not Replace us
And the rest of these creatures
Are hideous ugly beasts
With only a vestige of humanity left
And these monsters are engaged
In all sorts of foul evil deeds
Murder violence death
All around
And non-stop
violent drug-fueled orgies
As these creatures
Half human half monsters
Half male, half female creatures
Snort coke, cocaine, speed
Smoke weed and drink vodka shots
Scotch, bourbon and beer
The Trumpian Pig leads the charge
Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin
Who chases after people
Cutting off their heads with his sword
They turn on to their fellow creatures
Raping and killing each other
and eating their fellow creatures
All night long
Then they attack me
Screaming
Jews will not replace us
And I wake up
Screaming
As the sun comes up
Just another nightmare
I am in a room
Watching people all around me
Change into hideous creatures
Monsters from the deepest depths of hell
The Chief of them all
Wears a Trumpian mask
Completed with orange hair
Half human half pig
His deputy
Wears the face of Putin
But his body
Half human, half horse
The other creatures wear masks
Many of them wear
Green Pepe the alt right
Symbolic frog masks
And have T shirts
Bearing alt right slogans
And Nazi symbols
And as they prance about
They chant alt. Right slogans
And neo Nazi chants
Jews with Not Replace us
And the rest of these creatures
Are hideous ugly beasts
With only a vestige of humanity left
And these monsters are engaged
In all sorts of foul evil deeds
Murder violence death
All around
And none-stop
violent drug fueled orgies
As these creatures
Half human half monsters
Half male, half female creatures
Snort coke, cocaine, speed
Smoke weed and drink vodka shots
Scotch, bourbon and beer
The Trumpian Pig leads the charge
Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin
Who chases after people
Cutting off their heads with his sword
They turn on to their fellow creatures
Raping and ing each other
All night long
Then they attack me
Screaming
Jews will not replace us
And I wake up
Screaming
As the sun comes up
Just another nightmare
Note: from a recent nightmare
I wonder into how many mirrors I will glance on my to hell.
This vain and vile image.
We made him together.
Their expectations and my vanity.
Their agitation and my insecurity.
This peripheral paranoia, checked only by the silent staring into an image.
I wish he would show himself, that coward.
He uses flattery and percentile quadrants to entice me to his sodomy.
He and I, bedfellows of rebellious arrogance.
And though miserable, I company, lots and lots of companies.
I wonder into how many mirrors I will pass on my way to hell.
A shroud of glass might end it, but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
Them my enemy and me their obsequious jester.
This vain and vile image.
We made him together.
Their expectations and my vanity.
My machinations and their will for sunshade from the truth of what we are.
We made him together, and laughing he awaits our arrival.
I find it humorous how folks like to say, "multicultural",
Multicultural is a very safe euphemism,
For it euphemizes mass incarceration and exploitation.
It enables organizations to create one slot for any brown, yellow, or red character
and call themselves "progressive".
Meanwhile we brown, yellow, red, and black, fight like dogs for their approval.
Well I say, their approval is of little consequence, for it is God that they must
ultimately answer.
And God sees all.
Black People, Black Queers, Black Rape Victims, are not multicultural.
We did not come here with hope, we came here in bondage and have been in
bondage ever since!
How many times must I listen to so called allies say, "But what about the
Vietnamese, for they have issues too?"
As if it should be my added burden to make sense of their problems?
My people built this nation plain and simple.
They worked for no wages and built the foundation for American prosperity.
And now "progressive" liberals think that they can grasp this experience?
How I ask you?
How can they know?
As they struggle to empathize from their rooftops.
From rooftops all people look the same.
It is only from the street that one can grasp the nuances.
Black women are not multicultural.
They are the recipients of an abominable legacy of injustice which continues ad-
nauseum.
I challenge anyone who thinks they understand, to humble themselves and
finally deign to ask me for my opinion.
For I have lived the hell of miscegenation! And the sodomy of emasculated
voices in alliances on this and that.
And even as you read this, your minds are too numb to grasp the full measure of
its venom.
And still, God loves me too.
Venom and all.
For God is not afraid of the requeim that awaits us.
No God is not afraid at all.