Musings On A Late-Spring Day

  
   Musings On A
 Late-Spring Day

What Will Humans

    Think Of Next

What were You, The People

                    thinking of

When you allowed single 

                 females

To have babies

On the taxpayer’s dime?

                 I will tall you

What those creatures

Behind the scenes

In the shadows

Were thinking of

All the time:

        To break down

The family unit, 

                         in order

To allow the state

To take over the raising

Of the children,

                         in order

To keep you cattle

                    in line

For your potential 

            culling.

For, that is all you are

To them, your erstwhile

Masters.

              

      Think again, you

          execrable

     cowards, hiding

     behind the skirts

Of your all-too malleable 

          female

          targets

 (who have also bought

          the scam of 

           ‘Women’s

       Emancipation.’

                  the lure

To get them out of 

             the home

And into the market place,

                      so that 

You, their erstwhile masters

Could benefit both from their

    taxable income, and their

               getting out

              of the way

               that way

So that you could take over

           the raising of

             their family

               and be

Both protector and parent.

           Sweet, that

           calculation

                 of

             tyrants); 

           Your day

           in the sun

            is done.

           Finished.

    For, it is the end

               of

         The Play

            and

     the beginning 

             of

       The Real

         Thing.

      At long last.

  From your kind’s

         grasp.

     ‘Your kind’:

    denizens of

      the Dark.

    For all that 

You had a role

      to play

         in

    The Play

       too.

I’ll give you that.

                   But

    no more.

  Come over

         to

  the side of

   The Light

       now

        or

      you

      are

   through.

And I wouldn’t wish

   that outcome

       on any

        Man

          

          or

       Beast.

        Even
   to the least
     of these,
        God's
    creatures.

         —

  A Quiet Day

         At

  The Beach

Ah! the piercing blue sky

              pure cerulean

At its crown:

  Is it not pleasurable

                 to the eye

   and soul

                  of Man

                (notable

  for His execrable

  ways)?  How much better

Than red, or yellow, say.

                   A canopy

                   fit

For a king…

And here I sit

In my beach chair,

                   musing:

     I cannot stand 

       another day

     the corruption

       at the hand

          of Man.

   I do understand

  that he must learn

       his lessons

    and experience

  the consequences

     of his actions

       (both good

        and bad);

            but I

  have lessons, too;

 and one of them is

to know when things

               have gone

        far enough

      on this level.

         And they

     have done so

           now

          with controls

Of a repugnant nature

Over individuals

By the Dark forces,

                    blocking

         Man’s ascent

                 out

          of his temporary

              prison;

                   cutting

           Him off from

   his inner voice,

                      urging

        Him forever

            onward

               and

            upward,

         not settling

        for less than

             his full

           potential

Which is forever

Blocked

From his inferiors

Who think of themselves

As his

Erstwhile

           masters

Out of spite.

Not for them the height

                     capable

Of being reached

By an obedient 

               child

             of God.

            But

         to each

         his own.

         For that

             is

       The Law.

          Of which

             I sit

           in awe

      this fine day.

   (But wondering 

          as well:

       Is that sun

   or simulator??

   And what else

has contrary Man

 been up to???...

       screwing

     with powers

         above

      his proper
        station.)