I AM my Brother’s Keeper

“The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. “

The iniquity and selfish,
Rise to my occasion,
Striking down I and I and I,
The tyranny of evil alive and well in my mind,
A furious intellectual maelstrom,
A wicked Oz like tornado,
That blows me far from here,
To a place where even the blessed,
Seem like the bastard children,
Of Satan himself,
Topsy turvy,
Flipped upside down and right side up again,
Like Charlie at a dance party,
Perhaps the fugue.

Selfless and without accord,
To my own distractions,
I am my brothers’ keeper,
I am my brother’s keeper,
I am my brothers’ keeper,
I am my brother’s keeper,
As well as my sisters,
All of us lost children,
Like Annie,
Or The Little Prince,
Stricken at every step,
Beset by adverse tragedy,
Black comedy,
Dysfunctional to a T.
A sparrow guides the path,
To the righteous,
Can there be any righteous,
For we are,
As a species,
Doomed to iniquity,
Slaughtered by our own arrogance,
Sheltered by our own narcissism,
(stop to check my reflection)
Damn I look good,
As the sparrow chirps as it did for Uncle Remus,
Zip A Dee Do Dah,
Have I really become a caricature of myself,
I and I and I,
Longing for the return of the Oracle,
Delphi beckons,
The sparrow is leading me back home,
To the sage like wonder,
Of a bygone era.

Am I not the bubbly interpretation,
That you desire,
My fundamental lack of unicorns and rainbows upsets you,
Imagine my fortunes as beset by this endless struggle,
Screw unicorns,
Give me peace,
Damn rainbows,
Give me the pot of gold,
That I might,
In the name of the righteous,
Right the iniquities that destroy the fabric of our civilization,

(merely 80 Billion a Year for the next 10 years)
Marbled terraces,
Corner offices,
I would feed you,
Bathe you,
Clothe you,
Shelter you,
That you may know virtue instead of vice,
Promise instead of failure,
Hope instead of fear,
May the sparrow and I guide you?

All is not lost I assure you,
Do you feel assured,
Shall I lick your wounds,
While you contemplate mine,
I am willing,
I and I, ready and able,
I and I and I will do it,
If that is what you require,
I will lap you up,
I will swim in your river of tears,
Be Atlas and I will not shrug,
For your pain is my pain,
Your sorrow my sorrow,
Your joy is yours alone,
So I and I and I,
Bury your discontent,
With sweet memories of that first childhood ice cream,
All thirty one flavours,
Then surely we will find our way,
Won’t we?
Will you be my escort?
Will you be my guide?
Shall you let me guide you?
Whilst thou embrace me as Brother/Father/Uncle/
Wouldn’t that be nice?

I am humanities umbrella,
Sheltering you from the hell fire,
That surely awaits,
Those who shall be stricken,
By the vengeance of the Lord…
(He/She/It or They)



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