The west’s Fortune
In the disappearing evening light the car outside looks
like a ogre or a relic of a dead religion, dying headlight,
a battery that will not start the car it must be pushed by
men who understand that Christianity must be brought
back to guard us from strange believes that is alien to
our culture. Atheism makes a country weak and insipid,
it is in its tolerance willing to accept demands from other
faiths that, will if given the opportunity burn our books
and ban the culture, that have made us westerners who
know the value of justice, even when it fails us. In the name
of equality let them burn our cherished book and ask us to
believe in a god not belief in God that has lost all meaning,
yet I believe we have to hold on to our culture and tradition
Christian based as it is, to preserve our identity; for we are
people who has suffered through time to reach equilibrium,
yet we know we are still a long way from Nirvana
Categories:
wests, allah, allegory, august, baseball,
Form: Blank verse
I don't know,
weather God speaks on English or not?
But that is exceptionally important
for us
learning as quickly as possible
this exellent tool
for business, global managment,
human rights and honestly governing -
for the sake our salvation, independence and prosperity.
Had better if we were prayed on English,
as our grandfathers turned for God through Arabia,
and late learned to create namaz for Kremlin and Communizm on Russian.
O great Lord,
who are lived everywhere and nowhere.
Bless us
the same way as did it for US
that have ruled by unknown leaders
and with firmly hand of democrasy
since the end of XVIII centure
whem fathers of american freedom
proclamed independence of states,
as the Germany and Japan after World War II,
conveyed to free sociate
by westerns generals and economists,
as the Singapore
in the hard hand of Lee Quan,
gone for freedom,
we are ready live short time
under ruling someone like Pinochet,
if he really know where to go.
Please, great Lord,
you just not leave us
and our children, grand chiuldren
with the fundamentalists,
postcommunists, imperialists
and others maniacs of history.
Categories:
wests, god, world war ii,
Form: Verse
Tropical rain forest gracious beauty grand and small
North of the equator from our scale it begins at our wests wall
Rising vapor flows a river twords the sunlights ever turning call
Mud pits splot, moisture hides here a lot, it warms as the lava flows
Vines whip as the air grows stale and sticks, happy is the Crow
The river rises and then again picks up speed for a circle and dips it's feet
The Harboring Crain decides to move. Leaving it's sticks furrow glued
It's working a global groove nothings ever new
No surprises the oldest extents of on going crises
Categories:
wests, age,
Form: Light Verse