Only if you cling to some outdated and abusive
theology where a father sends a child into
a world to atone for sins the child never committed
yet must pay the price for the people's indifference
by carrying all the crosses ever made by humankind
to a hill in a garbage dump there to be nailed to them
while onlookers jeer and pat themselves on the back
for living in the land of Caesar and following
the way of the deaf and dumb and screaming crowds
watching the spectacle as if it were the most
important game ever played on the big screen
as those in power nod appreciatively off to the side
holding all the strings controlling the mortals
like marionettes who have taken the day off
to witness the extravaganza of their God's
extravagant love for them is this day good.
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2 – Of Goodness
(Found Poem in Michel de Montainge’s “Of Cruelty” translated by George B. Ives)
Can it be true that, to be really good, we must needs be so by an occult, natural and universal disposition, without law, without reason, without example? What there is in me of good I owe to the chance of my birth. I derive it neither from law, nor from precept, nor from any other teaching. I very tenderly compassionate the afflictions of another. There is nothing that draws forth my tears, save tears.
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