God does everything, everywhere.
She is at that palm-wine joint
Ensuring the victory of the Stars;
Killing cockroaches at the Pentagon;
Slashing off the legs of a child in Afghanistan;
Receiving praises from a politician
Who eats beef imported only
From Argentina while the people
Queue for water.
God does everything, everywhere.
Urinating in floods when her bladder
Can contain the screams from the earth no more;
Blessing the hungry with
A cedi at the edge of a smelly gutter
At Nima—
And after gaining no pleasure
From the monotonous lives of pitiful humans,
She sets a new comic in motion:
Wives catching cheating husbands,
The blind falling in gutters,
Fools winning lotteries.
At the peak of her pleasures' end,
God laughs thunders, hurricanes, earthquakes;
And shifts the tectonic plates
While quoting Laing:
'And what was joy anyway,
But a movement of brain energy.'
26 June 2010.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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