Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Mark of the Beast


by Jim Rapp

W
e are tempted
to live a lie –
we being you and I –
we being residents
of Babylon.

W
ardens of freedom,
who imprison,
indefinitely,
without trial,
fellow humans
snatched from
foreign streets
in fear –
our fear of them;
their fear of us –
with no evidence
to convict them;
with no plan to
ever restore
their freedoms.

P
roponents of peace,
who bomb and strafe
the world with
sanitary drones
launched
and aimed
from antiseptic
command posts
a world away from
demolished homes –
from scattered bones –
of innocents
whose place,
whose peace,
they shatter.

D
evotees of
semi-automatic,
high capacity gods,
who arm ourselves
with lethal force
and vow to die
defending rights
that neither God
nor man
has granted –
the right of
every man to
be a justice
of the peace;
every man an
executioner –
belying our most
pious boast:
“In God We Trust”.

W
e are tempted
to live a lie –
we being you and I;
profiting from
Babylon’s
inequities,
partaking of
Babylon’s
iniquities,
consenting to
Babylon’s lies,
we are tempted
to wear
Babylon’s brand
upon our hand
and brow;
to say,
“We’ve found
our home, we
play our harps,
in Babylon.”

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