A modern prayer- Copyright Robert Fullarton 2013

 

A modern Prayer

Taken from the book- Seasons in the waiting game by Robert Fullarton copyright 2013

A toast to

Cosmetic masks

skinned cats,

Saudi money

American pornography

Chinese productivity

Indian feudalism

African tribalism

Breast implants

Model ignorance

The infamous hookers-

Hollywood

Neverland decadence

Politics at play

at the Sunday races

the idols of Halloween

of bacchus

of drunkenness

the incubus and succubus of the night

the idol of the cannibals

the idol of the Romans

the idol of the barbarians

that burn their city

every night

the idol of the primitives

the idol of nobles

the idol of golden Bulls

the idol of Christmas feasts

the idol of sex maniacs

the idol of shopping centres

the idol of the lunatics

enjoying their

Christmas dinner

On the streets

The dusty brain,

The dull heart

The stony gazes,

The rotten core

The suffocating stench

The unfeeling,

The desensitised

monster

Without vision

And without

Heart,

the mechanised

drunk, the stumbling fool, the crumbling city.

All the contents

And the dregs of history

All the crimes and holocausts

The underground has been

Wrenched open

All that was beneath man

Is in the blood stream

And the consciousness

Itself.

The moving sea-

The people themselves-

we say to them-

“what is this and what is that”

they can only say

-“nothing!”

When we stand on mountains

And dwell in dreams

When we steal fire

to present the beauty

of the eternal streams

They say

“nothing”

and “nothing” yet again.

Whatever speaks to us

Removes us from

The moment

Our Morphine

And our daily bread

Our prayer

And valium

Together on the table

We babble

As mindless idiots,

Dwarves

To political giants

Powerless

Against violence

Caves are for

Pacifists

Afraid

Of man made terror.

We’ve nailed our thesis

To the door

And sold our souls

For want of more

Blood and horror

Business as usual

For the infamous

Hookers,

The undignified

Ritual

By the modern altar

What compass

Guides us safe

From the devouring

Earth, the charybdis

Of falsehood

The promises

Of happiness

And notoriety

The pied piper,

The indulgence,

The salvation

Of appetite

The song, the dance

The tears

-the aftermath

We say this is everything

They say

“Nothing!”