A Series of Questions
A Series of Questions
duncan Mason
Baalbek
How many civilizations will rise n fall, their leaders crying this is the way, I am the truth while their soldiers butcher the innocents n their priests chain the dreamers break them on the wheel, the rack, roast them, excommunicate them, grind them down? How many stones will hard labour n sweat raise up as temples of hubris only to fall in tangled heaps in earthquake, flood, famine & pestilence? Lying gods falling in flames.
Jericho
How many monoliths, obelisks, cyclopean portraits of kings and gods will stare mutely back at us, we who no longer perceive them as king emperors of their chosen civilizations? And the sweat-drenched whiplashed limbs that raised them now lie in the dust as mute witnesses to the tyranny of lies. In desert n jungle giant stones, the punctuation marks of slavery, the stone phrases of domination leer through the centuries repeating the same old question: When, humanity, will you awaken? When will you cast off the yoke of these usurpers n tyrants who hunt your children for sport, rape your women for pleasure n steal your food, your wealth, your dreams, while shoving down your throat a counterfeit reality of their devising sustained by your acquiescence?
How many ruined palaces must the dust n creepers be cleared from, how many lost ruined cities must be discovered beneath the waves before you recognize how many times they have given you a receipt for deceit, corralling you into cities n tightening the collar around your necks? The warriors do their pleasure illusory justifications of race n religion. They cut out your hearts on the temple steps n would have you believe in their divinity n sacrament. They torture you in dank cells n tell you your security depends on it. They feed you poison n call it manna, tell you lies n call it truth, send you to war n call it valour, steal your riches n call it fiscal austerity. And chuckle endlessly all the way to the banks.
puma punku
Moloch, Satan, gods of a thousand faces, lying in a thousand languages, pouring salt upon your wounds while they gnaw the flesh from your bones, strip the gems from your earth, and slaughter the innocents, the trees n creatures, all the while telling you it is all for your own good, for a better life, a better wife, a sexier body, a secure retirement. And your creativity n dignity choke in the dust or turn to cancer in the places where your untapped potential gnaws at your soul.
abu simbel
You were born in infinity to dance with creativity, in the freedom of a higher way. Why do you snuffle for fungi in the darkness of the earth when you could soar with the eagles amongst the clouds of peace? Race of slaves bred to mediocrity, lied to from the beginning of time by a thousand demi-gods for whom power is the drug, lucre the blood of life, n sex the wedge that drives the slave-warriors into the blood-drenched sty.
colosseum, rome
Stop listening to the lie. Stop sending your sons to die. Stop wallowing in the sty. Ancient stones cry out for justice, ancient bloodstains cry out from the ground. Every ruined fortress n crumbling city betrays the hubris of the whip-wielding fist, the ruler on the throne, the liar who calls the shots.
O my people, awaken! Cast off the chains that choke your children. Mothers, sons, wives, daughters, fathers, husbands, husband this earth of ours, do not go down the dark staircase they are driving you toward. Reclaim your truth, your freedom to choose. Band of brothers, circle of sisters, return to the place where the stars shine upon the healing waters. Return their receipt for lies n charge the new vision with your power.
auschwitz
The hour is upon us. Their lies lie exposed a thousand civilizations have risen n fallen n the oppressors still try to shepherd us on to worship at altars of their devising. Their wings are broken; they cannot fly. Their truth is war, rape n poison..............................
baghdad
river jordan