Hotel Rwanda
The True, the Good and the Beautiful are meaningless. Nihilistic fashion trends. These are the facts of our world.
If our world is meaningless.
If we our content with what our churches do.
If people like Bono are derided as egotistical, because they want us to love others.
Our art is hopeless.
My poetry is nothing but doggrel.
Our emotions are vain,
so is our beauty,
so is our charming truth,
so is our goodness.
We have the goodness of enuchs, people whose capacity for mischef has been removed
surgically, who call this our circumcision, and a sign that we are righteous.
Are our hearts circumcised?
We stretch our mouths to let the big words out, we kneel in our big churches* as we pray to the big god.
For all our little nonsense, for our baseball, and church skits.
We are americans, patent holders of the nuke, chemical death.
We have the ability to rend apart the tiniest, most indivisible thing.
And we do so.
We pull specks out of arab eyes, look them in the eye, and impale them with our honeyed words and big sticks.
If I can speak Russian like Tolstoi,
yet have not love
If I can speak with the tongues of angels
hold the hand of the devil,
yet have not love.
Then I'm chewed up recording tape,
I am the resounding gong,
all my deeds of artisticness are naught but the purples of Kinkade sunsets.
Americans with big smiles, we wanted walls torn down,
and they are down
rubble and souveniurs,
yet barriers remain,
cages,
bars,
boarded windows
and
walls, fortresses, guard towers, and barb wire.
We wrap our children in barb wire to protect them from men with dark eyes.
Wire and thorns make our skin tough, and our ears become calloused
so we cannot hear
"A voice was heard in Ramah,
lamentation,
weeping, and
great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children,
refusing to be comforted,
because they were no more."
"We've got information in the information age but do we know what life is like outside of our convenient Lexus cages"
"Where is the Life we have lost in living"
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?"
Africa has been torn apart, we abducted Africans to bring us our sugar, and pipeweed
we dismiss it, claim we owe nobody nothing,
to the big god,
we pour libations of blood.
We stepped onto the dark continent;
we set it aflame,
to light the way.
So what happened?
ChristiankillarabkilljewkillchristiankilljewkillarabkillchristiankillABRAHAM,
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white man won, liberate the world from fascist supremcists for socialist and capitalistic supremicists
seperate the dark skins from the light skins
Evolution and
big god must have their way.
Our skins must be saved but we will say a prayer for
your soul
Martyrs will be the light of the world,
read our big book bible studies
by the pyres
and stakes
(steaks medium well)
Our pet wolves drive the shepherd from the flock,
driving the flock to
Gorazde,
to Hotel Rwanda.
They paint suffering Christs as self-protraits from blood of their wounds,
we buy them,
frame them,
the fame the fame the fame
BIG TIME!
Do we paint with our anaemic blood, to show
our son,
hung on our spires,
Died for the proletariet,
and will
rise again,
To dig up the mass graves
The Africans tossed overboard
to tunes of "Amazing Grace"
will walk ashore
Walk through our souls
Acid upon paper
etching our crimes into pages
Like Milosevic's obitury
Will we hang ourselves?
Strange fruit from our prosethtic trees.
posted by Eriol @ 11:51 p.m.
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