Last Man Standing
2018 09 28
The green waters of the indifferent river
gush with anguish through patterns of my heart
so when I build the righteous edifice
of moral authority, based on flow
of nameless tears, I spread arms wide to preach.
You cannot win salvation from the lie
that our bodies will resurrect from death
since people who long for the afterlife
to ease the suffering of this current life
wander lost in the labyrinth of illusions,
failing to see paradise where they live.
Whether I was born to play king or pawn,
I walk away into the wilderness
to escape the labyrinth of social power
and build new paradise in the waste land
where thunder mocks us humans for our pride
in our civilization of machines.
When exhaust from our factories and cars
billows stinking in pristine atmosphere,
and causes climate of the Earth to warm,
the mountains of ice on the poles melt down
and ocean tides flood sprawling cityscapes
so we evolve into angels or die.
The three-eyed woman from the wilderness
walks every city street in flashing rain
to crack the crystal sky with prophecy
that the ghosts of the dead who howl in wind
haunt us in the smog which poisons the air
so we crown her new Miss America.
We assemble armies from the lost boys
and give them all the magic wand of death,
then send them in the wilderness of hope
where they shoot each other in brutal battle
of capture the flag for king of the hill
when the last man standing crowns himself god.
I deserve to reign as king of the land
because I am the strongest man alive
and anyone who dares to make me pay
for taking what I want from other people,
exploiting the weak for my bank account,
will be crushed by the fist of my police.
All social systems of authority
revolve around Messiah Superman
as the Chief Executive Officer
and president of the whole company
who plays God on the Pyramid of Power
to manage business of producing wealth.
Thieves steal money and things from homes and banks
so we lock the lazy cheaters in prison,
while corporate kings steal land and labor time
in billions of dollars from working people,
so they live in mansions and drive fast cars
when we elect them as our president.
The two-bit gangster thug who went bankrupt
colludes with mafia kings in foreign lands
to launder money through his businesses
while boasting he rapes women for his lust,
reducing all women to baby-factories
while passing laws so men control their bodies.
Rich men organize poor men into armies
then send them out to invade foreign lands
on missions to spread good democracy
while ransacking rich minerals and oil
while millions of families die in cruel war
that fill bank accounts of rich men with wealth.
They exploit rich resources of the Earth
to earn huge profits so they live like kings
because they believe their immortal god
will return to transform the broken world
into perfect paradise of fruit trees
where they will live for all eternity.
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