Poem -

Genesis of The Civil (God is with the poor)

Genesis of The Civil (God is with the poor)

Trample on your garments

- Gospel according to Thomas
 

mother and father
 
trampled under foot
 
 
sacrifice we them
 
like babes afore
 
a falling spawn
 
 
 
our greats too
 
slaughtered
 
 
insatiable curiosity
 
peeling the onion
 
that’s made us all cry
 
 
 
first the grains
 
we took we planted
 
and grew strong
 
 
built a city
 
 
chakras off
 
fires on
 
 
 
ancestors
 
blurred into
 
wildebeests
 
 
will have legs
 
must run
 
 
 
their guilt?
 
 
to in eden remain
 
 
 
next we scoffed
 
and mocked
 
and drowned
 
 
walling the rivers
 
by chained old hands
 
 
 
and when our wars
 
got a bit too loud
 
we ate from
 
pyrotechnic bush
 
 
raised the volume

 
 
a generation
 
laid with lead
 
to the heart
 
to the head
 
 
 
but cannons
 
rifles
 
they weren’t enough
 
we had to show them
 
that we’re tough
 
can even kill an atom too
 
 
 
and what else

have we uncovered?
 
 
the stuff that’s left
 
the surface smothered
 
 
a black treasure
 
took us to the skies
 
tarred our roads
 
and gave us rainbow wood
 
that flows
 
 
 
gaffer tape to mouths
 
sealed shut
 
then we gone
 
and locked them up
 
 
them we decked
 
with plastic clothes
 
 
them we
 
force fed toxic acids
 
and gases and
 
who knows?
 
 
stuff I guess
 
that none should eat
 
 
we squeezed our shoes
 
onto their feet
 
 
and now the waters
 
very sick
 
and the soils too
 
 
 
we had a garden
 
its guardians
 
killed
 
 
now who can
 
make this right?

And they caste lots over his robe.       

- Gospel according to Matthew

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