The World is my Kryptonite.
It was delivered by a Canaanite.
It is so very black and white.
Black as black midnight.
White as white starlight.
Hotter than a fist-fight.
Colder than a frostbite.
It tries to lure you to the fight.
Being naturally impolite.
Always swelling with pride and might.
Soaring like a meteorite.
Exploding like dynamite.
O, but it is a parasite!
Warping every human right.
Dealing every man-made fright.
Feeding like a scabie mite.
Destroying like a forest blight.
Yet it craves a ray of Light.
From it, I remain from sight.
It is worse than any stage fright.
A never-ending snakebite.
Seeing without sight.
Hearing without height.
Choking out the sunlight.
The world is my Kryptonite.
But parts of it may turn to Light.
So its pain I will carry on.
“There cannot be any greater folly found under the sun than this, That man, who is the noblest and most rational creature in the world, should, in covetousness, be the greatest fool of all, to hunt and press so eagerly after that which he hath no need of; for everyone hath his sufficient portion given him from the spirit of this world, if he would but be contented with it.
Thus one man is a devil to another; and they torment one another; and all the business is but about a handful of earth, or for a stone, of which the earth hath enough; And must not that be a wonder indeed?”
-Jacob Boehme, The Threefold Life of Man
Sparks a flyin’.
Fires a spreadin’.
I wonder if they’ll still chant his name,
When the Native’s blood has been spilt again?
I wonder if they’ll still shout and cheer,
As the Anger and Wrath draws further near?
Will they dance and jeer upon their feet,
Over the Scarlet stains marking the street?
Will they remain blind to his defiant knavery,
As their children are marched into his slavery?
But the blind, I suppose, will keep following since
He’s adorned as a glittering and potent Prince.
If all forms of wrath (malice, trolling, revenge, anger, slander, etc.) were ever a fad…..
Then the World would be in style instead of in flames.
Year of the hottest tempers, for sure.
Along with the highest temper-a-tures.
Mere coincidence, the Learned will say;
While others regard the signs of the day.
The missing piece of this mystery’s math
Lies in the two-fold nature of wrath.