Think freely, rock the boat
Free thinking in secrecy… all day beneath the grid
Under the blanket of nominal static, crouched in oppression
Behind a shroud of virtuosity I’m thumbing through the stolen
Pages of history, led in pursuit of a profane truth, burrowed in
Knee deep in the sewages of man and machine, I keep my truth
Above the righteous diatribe, in a still between the anointed
And the obscene, my conscience keeps me clean and the native
Quarantined
Still the virus remains poised to share the disease, the limiters
Infringe upon the sacred silence and again I feel the weight
Of the world on my shoulders
The decadent walls of dismal prudence shield my eyes from the
Sprawling famine, this domestic graveyard looms over the nation
Of Navajo and the native’s overcome with grief, I wipe his tears
From my eyes and ditch the sun, plot a subterranean route to
Abscond all corporeal persuasions, just an apathetic moment
Free of RF emissions and unattained by the distant wails of
Sumer
I’d find refuge in a crawlspace, retrieve my focus and realign
My shadow, through the dank dark clarity emerged in urgent
Shades, solaced my global mind linked up, on air and
Broadcasting again, yet with no firewall, defenseless my
Thoughts infringe upon the blade, I’m a sitting duck
The menacing Murphy cries-out for parody, his laughter serves
As a caution to the machine, this sacred symmetry’s hard to
Come by and harder to hold, the harvest of logic and passion
Math and poetry, an emotional circuitry consummates the
Union as the scion arbitrates the ghost in the machine
Still he mocks the architect with a laughter that reverberates off
The gray-matter and echoes beyond the plasmatic barricade
I must muzzle this tintinnabulation of Hell’s bells before he alerts
The mindless sentinels, disguised by the vociferous traction and
Muffled by the obnoxious PA I creep about the subway and
Board the first train, quick survey of the cabin, three passengers
Too many
An abrasive debate already in progress, gorging the empty cab
With gobbledygook and hostility, a Catholic monk, a mullah, and
A Rabbi balls deep in a heated fray, validity, pertinence, and
Impassioned devotion to faith and Almighty, same old fairytale
Same old ugly faces of fear and insecurity
I have no pity for the products of a dismal reality that facilitates
Fanaticism, there’s always a choice, the pack mentality and the
Path of least resistance have mired us all in this abyss
Holy doctrines in clenched fists, the tiny minds enslaved by belief
Daft they articulate all the plagiarized virtues and Neanderthal
Ideals, the righteous agenda even bores the devil in me, and she’s
A muse, the holy grail of theocracy, “The universal truth”
Irrelative or related by some collusion, this much is true, a lie’s
Just a lie invariably, in any tongue or drawl
So loud that none ever heard my lunatic mind’s vulgar remarks
The uninspired scuffle and the audacious perpetration compels
Me to run but there’s no escape, seized by poetic injustice, the last
Cab and the only exit’s sealed for repairs, and as the madness in
My laughter raised the unrest to a new decimal, the uncivilized
Debate turned a blind corner to escalate into a bloody melee
Forced to intervene, I’d pull the brittle bones and hoary flesh
Apart, couldn’t help but ponder the passion exuding the decrepit
Fools, displaced chivalry, geriatric Jihad and all the chemically
Enhanced testosterone, entangled I curse Viagra involuntarily
No one should hesitate to sit on gramps lap and wonder if he’s
Packing or just happy to see me
Long retired from the fight, I’d resigned to my silent vigil and
Now allowed my ink to take up the fight, yet I could no less
Watch the fools expire before me as I could watch my own
Grandpa lose his dignity to decay back in the day
The perishable adversaries cowered behind a mock fury
I’d even contemplate estrogen, for if I closed my eyes I would
Swear I was at a catfight in some topless bar …
Still the dogs barked and flashed their dentures
Pulse feeble, eyes weary, sedated and surreal, eternal and
Merciless; change offers no compromise, shaken by my apathetic
Scowl they never recognized my empathy for their stolen lives
Daily unheralded, life expired within without and all around
Their grave indifference
I know the regiments of the psychic wars, the hustler’s handbook
“Sell it to yourself then sell it to the world”; the whole of the
Law, the practice of epidemic deceit, tell a lie enough times, and
They’ll coin it as the truth and sell it as currency
These veterans lapped the old LP like NASCAR, repetition and
Left turns, the redundancy’s immaculate, tradition and conformity
Long they’ve marched to the drum of another man’s greed
Now defined by the crusade, maligned by the consequence and
Reduced to victims of circumstance, they’ve lost all faith in
Humanity, and placed trust in an opportunistic deity
Belief lures the fanatic, so give it a name, a believer’s easy to
Offend, easily insulted and eager to defend his investment
The bargain bought into at a grave cost, he’d kill to save face
Now face to face they stood with my expired patience, as
Intolerance bore a psychotic grin, tickled my pensive sense
Of humor amused Murphy, who now orchestrated this how
To rehearsal; “Surviving a lunatic axe murderer onboard the
Metro”
The infiltrations of panic and hysteria, and I kept thinking
I’d seen this scene on TV, what was that show again…
Predictable the distress siren rattled their timid hearts
The tiny frames dangled from my outstretched arms, flailing
Begging for their lives, my shadow anxious to mix it up
Urged to unleash the beast, the ego like FEMA dogs, locked
And loaded, ready to run amok amongst these depraved living
Carcasses
Suddenly adolescent, attentive for moment they sat quiet and
Measured me, so I removed my ominous hoodie and seized the
Moment; “Alright let me guess, you’re born again, you are a
Muslim, and you, hmmm Talmudic Jew, correct?”, like
Bobble-head dolls they nod, perplexed by the collection of visible
Ink, the tapestry of Farsi letters and Asian glyph garnished by
The arcane cross that hangs from my neck kept them reaching
For a bias
The Mullah comforted by my complexion, cleverly whimpered;
“Son may I ask your name?”
His fiendish eyes narked him out, so I chuckle and shake my
Head; “Oh you are a keen old geezer aint you?
You must lube them creaky wheels, my friend you may have
Been quite a chump change charlatan back in the day, today
I recommend you reach for humility, not a Sesame-street-wise
Swagger, you’d all pounce on an opportunity to seek ally in me
Put the notion to rest, I’m not fit me for a stereotype
You discriminate candor by color and creed, this is your unlucky
Day, I shall favor Buddha for the lack of representation, and
Arbitrarily for none are any more or less reprehensible than the
Rest, the real culprits are you, not an icon or an idea
My name means “the lion of God” and I bow to no God or
Authority, it is ironic how you all identify the same narcissistic
Nauseating entity as your maker yet never have reconciled
With the one another’s faith, makes for a dysfunctional family
Don’t you think?”
The shift in momentum didn’t disturb the stale pitch of animosity
So I’d press on; “The truth is I have studied every dogma in
Length, each prophet, their messages, prophecies, psalms, gospels
And proverbs, searching for an ounce of truth, a viable evidence
Something redeeming amongst the pages of unfounded testimonies
The only benign prospects now seems lost in noble translations”
Triggered by my grave offense, they’d reload, full of incoherence
They’d recede back to 360degrees of vindictive separation
Irate I finally resolved to intimidation rather than sense, growled
To hush the chatter, until bulged they tuned in again;
“Pardon me gentlemen but I can not decipher all your twaddle
if you insist on speaking simultaneously I must ask you all to
Shut the hell up, before I was rudely interrupted, I was trying to
Objectively gather clues to all this animosity, may I conclude that
You’re all disciples of a common secular divinity?
Innocent bystanders besieged by a cruel disparity?
Have you for one lucid moment considered just why would
The One and Only, play such a cruel prank on his own children
Contradictory policies, shifty decrees that cause friction, effectively
And deliberately segregating them, is it divide and conquer he
Seeks, unity by love and tranquility’s a tough sale through these
Measures
To the Jews we’re to believe favoritism and entitlement
Condoning cruelty and bloodshed, and offering heaven with no
Hell or judgment, only to order the Christians against all
Judgment of others, seek peace and love your enemy, although
Hardly ever observed, they were told to “turn the other cheek”
Assured as yet penance for their assailants God shall deliver
Personally, told to lend and share generously, free of
Expectations, in recognition that none may ever steal that
Which is tendered with kindness …
Not to be outdone he’d turn around and command the
Muslims to war and martyrdom, why?
Calling upon the most brutal and inhumane physical
Punishments, nothing to cultivate, shoddy and inept
Appear his convictions in an otherwise grand design
Was he pitting you all against one-another, do you
Imagine the Almighty may have rushed the show on stage
Prematurely, eager as any artist to watch the craft
Manifest and enfold on its own, his enthusiasm ousted
His legendary tolerance and he stumbled upon an eternal
Folly, or else we just may be underestimating the impact
Of free, distracted by fallacies of destiny and prophecy
You suppose he made decisions arbitrarily, the old
Trial and error with lives of everyone, chuckling at
His own dilemma, resolved to feeble affirmations;
“Heck I’m God, quit being so anal, chill out, stay
Flexible, play it by ear, the ship will right itself”
What do you think?”
They coiled, recoiled and twitched in a disturbing
Pitch, patient I’d saddle the intolerable bale and
Deliver the knockout punch;
“Through all of man’s recorded history, have you
Considered how many innocent lives have been stolen
In the name of God, have you tried to put the names of
Your family and loved ones in their place, just to see
How’d you feel, how much of this soil and sand’s been
Tainted by bloodshed in the name of some holy crusade
How much suffering dealt, all due to moronic demands
The friction and contradiction in all the inhumane and
Unnatural policies
Where as a unified word spoken delivered by the beloved
Would have been embraced universally and wholeheartedly
Easily, effortlessly to envelope us, wrap us all in his loving
Grace and harmony
Now tell me friends are cruelty and suffering your God’s
POLICIES?”
Copyright ©2012 Ali Khaghani
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