We agreed
that this earth
was unfinished
not the perfection
my creator required
And He had errands elsewhere
So it was
up to us, me
you, and them
to build, to repair
but we sadly failed
While He had errands elsewhere
Where did we improve
his creation or ourselves
in society or on battlefields
like Somme, Kursk or Gaza
fratricide didn't stop with Abel
By now Your errand is down here
So the servant is telling
his Master to end the tour
and come home to the mess
we made when He went away
to clean house purge the temple
All descendants of Abraham look up
© 2024-08-10
Note.
On tikkun olam and/or islah: it's our moral imperative to perfect the world, to improve and to repair what is broken. Look around you, how many of us, as a collective or individually, match 'if you save one life it is as if you have saved all of humanity'.
Yet you decided to live your lives
from games to party to festival
from pretentious to depraved
from disregard to contempt
from fraticide to femicide
from racism to fascism
from war to genocide
from pride to greed
from spite to hate
from void to hell
and all this while making selfies to boost the ego even further
to quote a popular song from the nineteen eighties:
"....don't stop us now, we're having such a good time, we're having a ball....".
Yes, you may call me a killjoy, yes, I am spiritual, self-conscious even, yet not a Pharisee. Look up, children, look up!
© 2024/08/08 ©
PS.
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