2025.10.02

But you must feel grateful, even knowing it was unlikely to reach shores,

To witness such courageous acts of defiance done by everyday people,

Reiterating our humanity, even while those in power barely do anything,

As they try to find words allowing minimal effort and maximum celebrity.

You see, if Jesus were alive wandering today,

They'd defiantly be sailing one of those boats,

Their hull loaded full of fresh fish and breads,

Coming to port at what once was a holy land,

Offering aid to them who’d always lived there.

I am just a scribbler, full of many wordticky vanities,

Hermiting in comforts feeling a sorrowful mourning,

But I've not removed society's blinders with activism,

I've not ascended temple mounts to whip the greedy,

I've not spent time understanding the impoverished,

Nor years offering healing care to poor and homeless,

Nor have I sailed food into a storm to find calm within,

Or fought words with a demon possessing for apathy,

And never marched into an empire's colonial conflict.

But Jesus did all these miraculous things,

To never be forgotten within humanity's memories,

And then told you, "greater than these will you yet do".

2025.09.30

And as a final act, he went out and wept upon their land,

Then passed governing power to an opportunistic banker,

Carnage upon ecologies, extending far the master’s profits,

Mining corporations, oil barons, and needy foreign markets.

Rip at the trees to make more banknotes,

Tear at the earth to churn out diamonds,

Bubble the oils, there’s gold brewing in it,

Smog thick the air to manufacture profit,

And salt the fields so people cannot resist.

Spread it round, spread it round,

What the raging fires don’t scar,

Will be sold fast at market value,

What the first nations can’t refuse,

Will be counted to greed’s hoarding.

The end days are here, blowing by winds,

So let us celebrate and take without fear,

Awash, awash, awash upon these lands,

For the billionaire and corporate demands,

An apathetic machine needs its lubrication,

To consume a world then claim intelligence,

An artificial disease without a humane soul,

A click of numbers that eats planets whole,

Accounting without value placed on people,

Vision without environments that are livable.

2025.09.27

It’s amazing. Truly.

Revolutions all around the world, streets full of protests, and fascists rising into brutal governance,

And still, our politicians arrogantly twiddle thinking they can take away benefits on a divisive whim,

Like fools waltzing the people into insurrection, hamstrung by greed’s lies, and full of selfish vanity,

Cracked-out on a failing system while trying hold deed as inflated bulging celebrities of aristocracy.

From the outside, it almost seems they have a death wish, longing for chaos to overwhelm,

Apocalyptic minds mired in a trove of corruption that only foresees gore-glorious endings.

Or perhaps, such behaviour is because we’ve let them fear the wrong things,

Only feeling dread recalling the deep gashes of their master’s stinging whips,

The fall crack of overleveraged banks, or the networked thongs of billionaires,

But never worrying the people’s raging fires that can snap fast their glitzy grip.

Yet, within their classy formulations,

At emotive roots, it's simply because:

Stupidity bonds many bloated friends,

Greed hoards to envision evil endings,

Cruelty sees its enemies everywhere,

And apathy does enflame every war.

And together, they smirk such blissful joy.