Treasure Island

Graveyard Of Little Muses

(7 march 1988)

My War Begins With god


The prelude to my war, a poem
and a page folded a thousand
times, like the blade of a sword
mending someone else's chest too,
the nightmares are not only mine
this place has plenty of us
that hate to bow to a someone's god
(or to a cow) .
The wind does not listen to god
so why should I kneel before his cross,
before a painting on a wall
before a church of wood and stone.
Why should I be a slave, to
the image of your god?
Why should I teach my children
be slaves instead of heroes?
This world needs more heroes,
there are too many already,
religions, taking the villain's part
teaching us the world is flat.
The prelude to my war,
starting with this page
a war against your gods, and your books
(a war against the cows)
a war against killing each other
for a god, a war against wars.

Submitted: Thursday, December 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 06, 2013

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