The rich get richer and the poor get poorer
And the holy priests they sit and watch
And preach and preach
But no one listens because it’s them
Who are the scared ones
They’re afraid to participate and afraid of the world
And afraid of what it may feel like to live
Because this kind of freedom is untamed and wild
To feel, to let go and letting go well,
There’s no telling where we’d end up
We’d procreate and think and speak and make and do
And sabotage

So which is really right or wrong or innocent or corrupt?
The ones who reign and watch and legislate
Or those hedonists who shake all the apples
Off our trees and eat them and share them
And whisper evil nothings that cause little evil worms
To crawl through our little evil ears?
And we search for immortality
Not realizing it cannot be touched
It simply is-
In art, in literature, in sex
Promiscuity with eloquence at its finest
the Here is mortality

Judgment day yielded us an Arc
With one way in and one way out
And one way up if you can see that far
Salvation all around us for us to dip our toes into
But we couldn’t just yet…
Not until we’ve drank our fill and spilled the rum
Because suddenly Mohammed is wrestling Christ
Did you watch the fight?

and they sit and watch
knowing they’re going to heaven as we fall down to hell
even though crimes of the congregation are worse
than those of the infidels
we say nothing, still,
hoping fear will dissipate to faith
will dissipate to salvation
will dissipate to bullshit
it’s the unheard voice who screams loudest in agony
and his words are translated to silent weeping
with no vocabulary to supplement

And the riots
They may continue whirling back and around
Yet, with no stalling of motion
No one stops to say we’re back where we started,
Look guys, we’re back where we started
How did we get here?
And why?
And the rich get richer while the poor get poorer
And the holy priests they sit and watch


About Margaret Wang

In this crazy World, if we have something to say we should say it; whether in word, song, dance or paint. As writers, we write what we must, what we see, what we feel and what others experience but cannot articulate or understand. This is the duty and power of the writer; to release into the world our visions and our passions as if bleeding dry. Here at Stuck Pig I give you my word and hope that my voice reaches like minds so they know they are not alone, and unlike minds so they may share my glasses for a day. This is life lived as me, digested by me and translated for anyone caring to step out of their shoes for a few paragraph’s length. I am vulnerable and opinionated. You may judge me justly or unjustly, as I judge the rest of the world. I invite you to view Life through my window. View all posts by Margaret Wang

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