There’s no business like the call for holy alms
Care may the poor sick spastics die of hunger
We make gods and to protect resort to arms
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 23
We make gods and to protect resort to arms
Do gods call upon men to save their honour
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms
Are gods so helpless as to be without qualms
Are not true gods invincible with valour
We make gods and to protect resort to arms
If gods are Gods Almighty full of charms
Could not they simply make this Life disappear
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms
There’s no business like the call for holy alms
Care may the poor sick spastics die of hunger
We make gods and to protect resort to arms
No god we ever raised left us his own psalms
So we split his word to kill brother doubter
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms
If gods could wage wars would they need human arms
Could not they through skies rage and storm with thunder
We make gods and to protect resort to arms
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms
Like in the Battle Hymn of the Republic, God is always ready to "… Loose his mighty swift sword."
As a spastic I am so glad that I saved enough money so that my paid caregiver/partner can buy the best food regardless of the inflating price, and serve it to me in the most delicious fashion. Otherwise, I would be among the homeless and die quickly either in the heat or the cold of the street.
As a spastic I am so glad that I saved enough money so that my paid caregiver/partner can buy the best food regardless of the inflating price, and serve it to me in the most delicious fashion. Otherwise, I would be among the homeless and die quickly either in the heat or the cold of the street.
Ron