From the bowels of destitute and despair,
A nation sits on the brink tottering
Like a cripple beaten and broken
Into submission, powerless as a
Flat battery with cells sucked out,
In the midst a filament flickers -
A nonconformity refusing to
Comply to toe the line in passive
Obedience like a Quaker,
Led by a force beyond the terrestrial,
Emerges one radical voice daring
To be different that cuts across the grain
Like a chain saw challenging the status quo.
Through donkey ears the 'old man' stumbles in
A bray of darkness, deceived by deacons,
Bullied by bishops, scared by phantoms,
Lied by politicians, snared by prophets,
Ripped off by priests clinging like leeches,
Sucking the sinew from his soul. Now, a stroke
Shatters the mold and fragments toss up the
'New man' in full humanity with an
Engulfing vision, his sword is truth and
Strikes the heart with joy, his words, the sacred
Light, forces darkness to dodge like a thief
And serpents of fear coil back in their skins.
Spring cleans the cobweb years and as Gehenna
Burns up the dead cells of the brain,
And ignorance washed down the drain with a
Turbo stream, 'new man' walks on water, turns
Water into wine, parts the Red Sea,
Moves mountains and heals the sick.
Raise the dead, 'new man' - extend your universe!
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