The old form of slavery has become a new form of
enslavement, called: for peace and liberty, remain complicit in silence, as the
world turns and turns, in its black matter magic.
It brings no harmony of course, for humanity
around the world, only more drugs and wars.
And those with full bellies and roofs over
their heads, with clean water and unsoiled bread—:
That sleep well, sleep complicit in silence,
as the world turns around and around its heated sun.
What more can be said: what holds the
universe together is God’s black matter web, always expanding beyond its hidden
dimensions—
As for what holds the world together, it is
harmony and peace, God and prayer, and those hidden dimensions…!
But what is happening is the worsening of an
already humanitarian crisis, worldwide!
We are past the point of no return, but we
can shop for time!
Easter Poem
No: 4748
(4-5-2015)
