I don’t want to fight
I’m tired of fighting
Fighting is going on all round me
Some delighting
In their fighting
Some see the fight against a natural world
Some say the fight is with each other,
Brother
Nature, her nurture, competition
Doctor, appraise me with your erudition;
Is it so? Do you know?
Do we do it; so ensue it?
Germs do they have a right to breathe
To breed
Proceed
Under a banner of an ancient Fall
Or by a rallying call:
“Survival of the Fittest”
What’s your witness?
Brother, lover,
Speak, discover,
Your mind conformed to one thing or another
All things maintain themselves by clash
Of interaction
Like a fraction
Like a faction
Only together able to subsist
Love and betrayal
Dependency and self-advised advancement
One’s own against Holy Scripture’s given Word
So when the times succumb to brute attrition
Throw up a coin and make your life decision
Liberty to be free inside a prison
The Lord has sent to us the sign of Jonah
In our perverse hearts
A sign which he rehearsed as reason
To our better parts
Down in the belly for three days hell
And wallowing
The belly of the fish our own and ours
For swallowing
Strain at a gnat, contented with a camel
O rise, lovely Lord, and me my mind untrammell
On the last and greatest day of Easter Feast
Communicate with me, your saint, your least.
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