The Zombie, God and Lust

all my inhibitions left outside the door
replaced by all my moral decay, swept up from the floor.
all my timely habits - revolving ‘round my God
replaced by all the chaos, deceit, distrust and fraud.
all my evolving wisdom - the root of all my pride
all my intelligence countered - by all these ancient lies.
(and still no pity for my pain)

all my inhibitions that I so kindly left behind
stand me up and set me straight and push me near the line.
instantaneous retrospection before my judgment seat
shall take me back some twenty years, to taste, by hell - its’ heat.

all the inspiration, in men, who found their death
urging the rest to ‘battle’ - to ‘the cause’ if nothing less.
all the chasing, all the plotting to arise the human soul
leaving none, save sorrow - to fill these jagged holes.
all the words bending - inside the human mind
spew out the lips and burn the ears of those we left behind.
(we ‘kindly’ left behind)

yet still (we toast these traditions, our customs, idols and lore)
making me pause to wonder - what is all the killing for?

perhaps, something we could never face: all the faults of man?
something He could never halt, by His flawless hand?
all the hate we nourished, plant seeds then went along
countered by a few old verse (that told us it was wrong)
and the countless children, marching
straightly - to the tune of fear
wrapping chains around their hearts
afraid of crying their ‘poisonous’ tears
(afraid of crying)

and all our inhibitions, trampled to the dust
perpetuated by our hate, the zombie, God and lust

1990