Bora born
Borderlanders _
This verse is rather long with 33 stanzas.
For the author's notes go here.
"The time has come," the preacher said
"To see what doomsday brings.
Our time is short so listen close
to what religion sings."
"Yes please!" they said, "We're still all ears
let's wrap it up in hymns."
"This story starts some time ago
in pentecostal towns.
In many states where slaves were kept
to cotton pick farms brown.
It's written there for all to see
no good book let them down.
A civil war broke hearts in minds
the bigot's worm had turned.
The bill of rights their safety net
enshrined the right to learn
in schools where doctrine ruled the roost
now colour bled in turn.
The civil war ignored their dreams
they lost their privileged crowns.
Carpet baggers would work the rest
like greed filled homeless hounds.
Their wagons circled closer in
to keep dogma inbound.
One hundred years the doors were closed
to liberal points of view.
The culture of the gun prevailed
on aprons cooking stews.
Behind the doors the preachers screamed
of mankind's evil dues.
Still born in sin we evil lot
became the catchword cry.
A hopeless race of miscreants
outside their doors survived .
Their path the way; self-righteousness
raptured to the sky.
The deep south cracked the sacred egg
as civil rights renewed.
New freedoms found a pathway lit
once travelled by the few.
In waves of love the boomer's gift
to stir creator's brew.
Fire creatures of world wars proclaimed
the past had always been
a chance to break our present mould s
for futures still pristine.
A movement rose in unison
to challenge sight unseen.
The nation wept as martyrs fell
dirt poor kept quiet no more.
Courage regained the upper hand
Engels of light restored.
A storm of cultured chaos blew
through minds department stores.
Federal laws cold pressed by lot
would force a passage through
past schools of thought behind closed doors
served for the righteous few.
The children bused on motorways
their rights re-zoned anew.
Segregation, desolation
the race tide slowly turned.
Two brothers and a king die, as
assassins bullets burn.
All nations weep, the world sits down
a sense of evil firms.
Corporatised, rebranded lite, in
a secular domain.
Evangelicals of modern tribes
evangelists renamed.
Through politics they weaved their web
empowered by righteous fame.
Evangelicals turned to darkness
of what their future brings.
Inroads made in the public mind
through fear filled minds it seems.
Enraptured by growing flocks in
political wet dreams.
Jim jones of jamestown's wicked rite
refined the lethal brew.
A pioneer of doctored light
with gospel's stolen tunes.
A predator of fear bent minds
which reason seldom knew.
These masters of the wicked art
of goebbel's sacred laws.
Relined with love in dogma blessed
where end times knocked on doors.
Authority given up, for
minds to think no more.
To reason or challenge means a
rebellious spirit named.
‘Stupid' easily comes to mind, with
beliefs so tight they strain
stressed out in lives of servitude
the apostate church remains.
Toronto's blessing holds the key
for fundamental castes
to become evangelical
clothes borrowed from the past.
Aquarius to loosen minds
resistance always lasts.
Prosperity theology
hatched out inside new schemes.
Power to rule the secular mind
infected robson's dreams.
The chosen ones to spread their base
the dogs of war still beamed."
Below in depths where demons creep
insipid cruelty lasts.
Insidious deceptions treat
surreal tongue tied remarks
to miracles slow birthed in hell
to howls of jackal barks.
An antichrist conceived in lust
to pierce her maiden name.
Misdirection the magi's ruse
in crowley's putrid stain.
Her spawn would hide inside the bush
until their time to reign."
....... To save the day a child cut in
whose future felt condemned.
To ask the poor old preacher when
he thought the world would end.
His cup of tea sure tasted good
yet someone's guilt remained.
A gentle quiet descended down
the worm had ceased to turn.
All eyes to look the preacher's face
where lies could be discerned.
The truth should only pass his lips
where children are concerned.
In measured tone he formed the words
the child in him now stirred.
A whisper of the inner man
rose up to now be heard.
His rage resigned to coventry
replaced by peace filled verbs.
"We enter now one thousand years
of cycled weather change.
Spawned by greed in religious lust
as reason goes insane.
We live inside creator's mind
beliefs deceive our brains.
This Eden is our learning place
our cause effects our means.
In truth we're all connected to
our nature's living being.
No separation rules life's web
hard lessons will be seen.
Resist with all the might you have
watch as your world decays.
Religion is apostate when
self-pride must have it's say.
The tell, to wrap self-serving ends
in proud elitist ways.
Your mother has a fever born
of your inequities.
In sweats of rain and body shakes
feed back for all to see.
Her headaches birthed in violent storms
with cyclones spent fury.
Her temperature is on the rise
with chills to take their turn
with frigid winter rasping coughs
her lungs are some concern.
The cure to point straight back at you
too slow for some to learn.
Too late our fate, she's shut the gate
our chance has since long gone.
For decades we've been warned by those
who've tried to right the wrong.
Our report card marked ‘failed all tests'
the book of life's new song.
Doomsday rides a conjuror's trick
for neat and tidy ends.
All packaged up in rhetoric
of end times evil trends.
Culture born of celebrity
in time for instant friends.
Instead of days reset your mind
think of three hundred years.
The time it takes the rate of change
to slow down to first gear.
To idle for three centuries
then reverse back to here.
So there it is, no future's set
just flexibility.
Throw slop buckets in your back yard
expect to find disease.
As she blends to balance life, we
should fall on bended knee."
The child looked past the preacher's face
with eyes that seemed to know
the bitter greed of human kind
would always be in tow.
But as he looked into his heart
he quietly whispered, "No!"
- O -
© jan 2011 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
For the author's notes go here.
"The time has come," the preacher said
"To see what doomsday brings.
Our time is short so listen close
to what religion sings."
"Yes please!" they said, "We're still all ears
let's wrap it up in hymns."
"This story starts some time ago
in pentecostal towns.
In many states where slaves were kept
to cotton pick farms brown.
It's written there for all to see
no good book let them down.
A civil war broke hearts in minds
the bigot's worm had turned.
The bill of rights their safety net
enshrined the right to learn
in schools where doctrine ruled the roost
now colour bled in turn.
The civil war ignored their dreams
they lost their privileged crowns.
Carpet baggers would work the rest
like greed filled homeless hounds.
Their wagons circled closer in
to keep dogma inbound.
One hundred years the doors were closed
to liberal points of view.
The culture of the gun prevailed
on aprons cooking stews.
Behind the doors the preachers screamed
of mankind's evil dues.
Still born in sin we evil lot
became the catchword cry.
A hopeless race of miscreants
outside their doors survived .
Their path the way; self-righteousness
raptured to the sky.
The deep south cracked the sacred egg
as civil rights renewed.
New freedoms found a pathway lit
once travelled by the few.
In waves of love the boomer's gift
to stir creator's brew.
Fire creatures of world wars proclaimed
the past had always been
a chance to break our present mould s
for futures still pristine.
A movement rose in unison
to challenge sight unseen.
The nation wept as martyrs fell
dirt poor kept quiet no more.
Courage regained the upper hand
Engels of light restored.
A storm of cultured chaos blew
through minds department stores.
Federal laws cold pressed by lot
would force a passage through
past schools of thought behind closed doors
served for the righteous few.
The children bused on motorways
their rights re-zoned anew.
Segregation, desolation
the race tide slowly turned.
Two brothers and a king die, as
assassins bullets burn.
All nations weep, the world sits down
a sense of evil firms.
Corporatised, rebranded lite, in
a secular domain.
Evangelicals of modern tribes
evangelists renamed.
Through politics they weaved their web
empowered by righteous fame.
Evangelicals turned to darkness
of what their future brings.
Inroads made in the public mind
through fear filled minds it seems.
Enraptured by growing flocks in
political wet dreams.
Jim jones of jamestown's wicked rite
refined the lethal brew.
A pioneer of doctored light
with gospel's stolen tunes.
A predator of fear bent minds
which reason seldom knew.
These masters of the wicked art
of goebbel's sacred laws.
Relined with love in dogma blessed
where end times knocked on doors.
Authority given up, for
minds to think no more.
To reason or challenge means a
rebellious spirit named.
‘Stupid' easily comes to mind, with
beliefs so tight they strain
stressed out in lives of servitude
the apostate church remains.
Toronto's blessing holds the key
for fundamental castes
to become evangelical
clothes borrowed from the past.
Aquarius to loosen minds
resistance always lasts.
Prosperity theology
hatched out inside new schemes.
Power to rule the secular mind
infected robson's dreams.
The chosen ones to spread their base
the dogs of war still beamed."
Below in depths where demons creep
insipid cruelty lasts.
Insidious deceptions treat
surreal tongue tied remarks
to miracles slow birthed in hell
to howls of jackal barks.
An antichrist conceived in lust
to pierce her maiden name.
Misdirection the magi's ruse
in crowley's putrid stain.
Her spawn would hide inside the bush
until their time to reign."
....... To save the day a child cut in
whose future felt condemned.
To ask the poor old preacher when
he thought the world would end.
His cup of tea sure tasted good
yet someone's guilt remained.
A gentle quiet descended down
the worm had ceased to turn.
All eyes to look the preacher's face
where lies could be discerned.
The truth should only pass his lips
where children are concerned.
In measured tone he formed the words
the child in him now stirred.
A whisper of the inner man
rose up to now be heard.
His rage resigned to coventry
replaced by peace filled verbs.
"We enter now one thousand years
of cycled weather change.
Spawned by greed in religious lust
as reason goes insane.
We live inside creator's mind
beliefs deceive our brains.
This Eden is our learning place
our cause effects our means.
In truth we're all connected to
our nature's living being.
No separation rules life's web
hard lessons will be seen.
Resist with all the might you have
watch as your world decays.
Religion is apostate when
self-pride must have it's say.
The tell, to wrap self-serving ends
in proud elitist ways.
Your mother has a fever born
of your inequities.
In sweats of rain and body shakes
feed back for all to see.
Her headaches birthed in violent storms
with cyclones spent fury.
Her temperature is on the rise
with chills to take their turn
with frigid winter rasping coughs
her lungs are some concern.
The cure to point straight back at you
too slow for some to learn.
Too late our fate, she's shut the gate
our chance has since long gone.
For decades we've been warned by those
who've tried to right the wrong.
Our report card marked ‘failed all tests'
the book of life's new song.
Doomsday rides a conjuror's trick
for neat and tidy ends.
All packaged up in rhetoric
of end times evil trends.
Culture born of celebrity
in time for instant friends.
Instead of days reset your mind
think of three hundred years.
The time it takes the rate of change
to slow down to first gear.
To idle for three centuries
then reverse back to here.
So there it is, no future's set
just flexibility.
Throw slop buckets in your back yard
expect to find disease.
As she blends to balance life, we
should fall on bended knee."
The child looked past the preacher's face
with eyes that seemed to know
the bitter greed of human kind
would always be in tow.
But as he looked into his heart
he quietly whispered, "No!"
- O -
© jan 2011 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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