MarX

when the everlasting rains begin
large leaves and tin roofs will be no shelter
the wan light of candles will be extinguished like so many lives
the blind desires of the world will change their course
like the wriggling raging rivers
and the domain of hungry years will trade its scanty chiffon
for something more practical overall
for sure the waters of the ancient myths will rise
just as they did before accurate records began
take to your boats

believe that .. its made up .. flotsam ... rubbish
but hidden in the bindings of its fiction
is a great excuse for mass paranoia
and handled correctly the wayleaves and journal of human control
a lot of fear offset with just enough
feeling that things could somehow be worse
and of course the script details a tax opportunity
which is best when it works both ways
leveraged against the average family and the average community
but lets suggest in favour of capital

when the cult of self began
it absorbed the creatures it needed to create the amalgam we see as
us today
it needed disposability
it needed subjugation
it needed the notion of protection, of incubus
of nurture
it needed control and exploitation
as seen in the small mirror of our existence

probably more scientist than radical
and one doubts with the insights afforded by Darwinian opportunity
a foreigner in our body adduces the parameters of this exploitation
somehow this becomes a cult
Marx becomes a religion hated by the cult of self
and though its practice was not true to its spirit
and not without its failings
as the readings of a book are not without the assumptions of the reader

not surprisingly it meets with wrath
and is slandered and set upon
scorn pours down like the fictitious rain above
but one day i predict that the average being
will have say on all issues of their governance
and though this may be a sun mentality
it will be more vital in its provenance
and one hopes less stupefyingly corrupt