Dead-hearted, sex-frustrated human counterfeits
(pretended males whose flabby breasts protrude like
shabby tassels on a stripper’s cheapened tartlet tits,
and female impersonators sporting ersatz ‘beards’)
litter the earth like confetti on a bridegroom’s coffin;
perverted old participants in ‘Cabaret’ (the Nazi dream,
a basement theme for washed-up wannabe wantonists),
ever willing to lick the boots and arses of the nabobs
with their harebrained, shameless, life-waste schemes —
who imagine they have power given to them from above.
Every one of them is whirling in a vortex spun by lies,
rejecting counsel and collaboration of the wise,
and void of any semblance of the truth… or love.

That Nazi Reich was seeded here by such as these;
when almost every one espoused ‘the cause’
or aided those who did by keeping silent,
while the foggy slime of deathly angels oozed
through every house where lintels soaked in blood
averted naught, but festered in the muddy fields of war
where morals drowned, the Sun and all the cosmos
frowned and gentleness and lovedom were no more.

And operating well behind such filth is darkness
far beyond mostpeople’s sensitivity or even their
ability to want to know and thereby grow, for such
would blow their cagedfromtruthsome minds to pulp.
For long inserted deep into the fissures of this world
through portals from another darkened realm, the forces
destined for the hell that they deserve have smeared
their dirt while all the mimicry of Faust has meant
the masses sold their shirts to save their skins
and never guessed the name of Rumpelstiltskin.
For bargains made with creatures of no human origin
whose only aim is steal your soul and offspring,
thus creating one almighty hole as black as space,
can only blot your name from out the Book of Life
and disappear your legacy without a trace.

The same colluders with the darkness work today,
whose fears are the fuel which lights their way,
and thinking only of themselves they soon donate
their service to whatever trash they think will serve
them well and give them the security they crave…
(though next they will be dancing on your grave).

& if U think that such could never come to pass again,
that’s what they thought before that happened then,
when even children were enlisted as the spies and eyes
2 send their neighbours 2 B disappeared or 2 the camps.
Just look around at all the sheepful eyes and hearts
whose shallowness of courage only lets them fart with fear
when Truth or Light or even cosmic brightness
born of righteous deeds presume upon their way.
They will not stand there by your side as you, adorned
in prison gear, await your kangaroo-court trial, and
all the while they butter their own bread, with no
allegiance to the One who gave them life — the state
becomes their daddy and their mummy now instead.

Meanwhile, in other news, the Sun continues on its axis;
all of nature blossoms, wanes then blooms again but
unabated by the folly of the new contagion on the earth:
Those ones mistakenly called “human”,
for that name for them is insincere
unless they will be pioneers fashioned out of greater worth
than the foul deceitful archons and their sycophants
and parasites which blight this God-created sphere.

Here, in stark bucolic wonder with my little golden torch,
I hear the future thunder on the march beneath
the sodden trodden grass and then, despite the Sun,
a shiver shakes my precious peace and I’m undone.
It is as if the portents yet to come wash through my soul
like distant smoking guns and open up a gaping hole
into which I soon could fall but,
having seen the writing on the wall
(by which I mean the prophecies which nullify the Fall),
my joy is never wholly quelled.
The softness of the fontanel between my soul
and all the hell which must break loose upon these shores
is toughened by a promise from beyond what can be seen;
and so, despite the numbling of the distant guns,
I hope
and love
and smile
and dream.

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© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2025
[The copyright on my works is merely to protect them from any wanton plagiarism which could result in undesirable changes (as has actually happened!). Readers are free to reproduce my work, so long as it is in the same format and with the exact same content and its origin is acknowledged]

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