Congregation of the Parasites

 

 

     Just to put things in perspective,

Just to tell you all how dire we’ve become,

I will bestow upon you a truth now,

That’ll have you beckoning a gun!

 

     In death the Father dies

And says his last forever words,

But the love is never granted;

Never acknowledged as his worth!

 

     Instead a parasitic object

Becomes the focus of our ills,

Before the corpse is cold,

We’re all thinking of his will.

 

     And we know we’ll never need it

Never mean his last known wishes,

But the power of the pound

Has us scurrying around

 

     And oh,

What parasites to come

As the body rots away,

Congregating all society

Wants of us - as money rules the day,

 

     And they’ll dress it up as love

And make you think of honour,

But it’s corruption of a human soul

You’ll never understand,

 

2.

 

     (Leave your Will behind

Ole friend, leave it for the parasites

To argue, leave this legacy of Earth –

In the gutter of its value,

Make no bones about your life;

Its worth be more than paper - brass,

But let society know at large

Its indiscretions rule the chaste,

     And if,

     If,

All claim to know you

By gifts upon your death,

Then fool be their authenticity -

So’ laugh’ the shallow heart)!

 

3.

 

     This is life,

This is dying,

This is sickness!

 

     This is how we judge each other;

By principles of wealth that state

We are civilised and developed,

     And I’ll not succumb to

Dire states of play

Where falsely – love is claimed,

For it’s obvious to anyone

With intellect - it’s degradation based

On hate.

 

4.

 

Yet,

     I will carry you upon my shoulder

To a grave I hope is blessed,

But let it be known from birth

Till death this world - we both detest,

But if there be room for nature

To overthrow this curse,

     Then you and I both know,

You’d throw away the purse.

 

5.

 

     Let the parasitic objects

That value own importance

Argue upon themselves,

     For there’s

Better ways to be,

Better ways to celebrate a life,

Better ways to remember you,

Better ways than lies,

     And whence they see

The light, when humans

See all through the shit,

The skit that’s so called benevolence

Will be revealed in truth,

     And upon that day

Of revelation;

Will be the words

We take for granted,

     An arrest of peace for our own,

A Rest In Piece upon

New worlds,

     Where money, –

And all its parasites;-

Be condemned to hell!

 

Michael J Robinson 13th October 2015.

For Dad. With Love x