Monday, November 21, 2016

Our Just desserts

He’s our collective ugliness
The erupting of the boil
Warning us grotesquely
Of the festering spoil

He’s our greed and our complacency
Our laziness to act
The cruelty to our mother earth
Innocence we’ve attacked

He’s little Aylan, drowned
Face down upon the beach
The tens of thousands of children
Sleeping on the streets

He’s the fear and the competition
We harbour for our neighbour
Lurking in everyone of us
Gay or pink or black

He’s our poisoning of the oceans
Our plundering of the seas
The torture of god’s creatures
To feed our vanity

He’s the plastic in the whale
The rabbit whimpering without its skin
Calf bludgeoned so we can drink
The manifestation of our sins

He’s the emaciated
Polar bear, looking to us with longing
Pleading to be rescued
From the torture of starving

He’s the tanning cream tested
On bleating and bound beasts
He’s the hair dye dripped in eyes
So that we don’t have to cry

He’s the childlike innocence
We so readily consume
As we choke to death our planet
A holocaust of fumes

He’s our outrage at climate change
As we burn the heating bright
As we drive our SUV to work
With air conditioning high

He’s the scooter bleeding metal
Into the air that we breathe
He’s the pus in every one of us
Calling us to look at how we live

He epitomizes our spoiltness
Spewing pedantics from tight lips
Bankers demanding another dollar from
A single mother with six kids

He’s a reflection of us all
Not just the heartless and the callous
Let’s give away our excess
Give up all our malice

He’s the hypocrite within us
The one that smiles and lies
As we indulge in that we know destroys
Because it suits our style

He’s calling us to community
Challenging us to be a ‘we’
Enough of this elitism
Back to simplicity

He’s the unequivocal manifestation
Of the unnatural and immoral
The anti-Christ, the anti-example
The incident fraught with warning

He’s our red flag to fight against
We should be grateful he has risen
To unite and to focus us
To give us clear intent

He’s the demon, conjured into being
Summoned by our ostentatious call
Our nemesis, our worst nightmare
Rotten fruits of lusty loin

He’s what we thought we’d left behind
But all we’ve done is shrink
Those parts of us he represents…
So harder we must think

He’s the sickness we have asked for
By betraying the sacred laws of care
The shock treatment to get us moving
Resist it if we dare

To those of us who’re outraged
He’s the answer to our prayers
Our dish of humble pie
Conscience’s bitter bite so rare

He’s our wake up call
Our alarm bell, ringing in the dark
Screaming to be heard
No way to turn it off

He’s the denial of our intelligence
Our intelligence-not used
He’s our knowing-without action
Wearing the shoe on the other foot 

We should rend our clothes
In horror, look deep into our hearts
Repent and find a way
To get us all back to God

Let him be a definitive watershed
An impenetrable, border wall of bricks
Between what is, and what should be
What's asleep, and what's awake

It’s up to every one of us
Not one of us is exempt
For if we fail…
It will be a dark, and very bitter end

He has come to save the planet
By rocking us, the righteous ones
He’s our call to attention, and to action
Let's get out the loudly drums!

by Luhea