I believed when my human heart was told
at birth that the poor would inherit the earth, and
I’d be loved even if I had no wealth, as my inheritance
would ride in on the tide after I died.
I believed it didn’t matter if I was born high or low
I supposed even if I was no prophet that if my skin
was pigmented brown or yellow, I ‘d be considered
a good fellow, equal to those lucky enough to have
white skin to begin.
I believed all this when I looked to the sky and got hooked
by atmospheric blue, white clouds, and other colors that had no mother
but mingled together as if they were rainbow colors that equally shared
the firmament and proudly displayed every tint, tone and shade there was in
the palette of the one who hand painted the sky and at the closing of the day
with delight, put out the lights at night.
I believed that forgetting my pride and getting on my knees was
the key to show I adored you and unafraid prayed without shame
when I declared, I cared and my deep love for you made me beg
your name and wish that you’d feel the same.
With greed and the need for your love, I stayed on my knees
until they hurt and my two legs felt like broken eggs.
I thought it wouldn’t hurt when you said you were tired, but gave
what I admired and desired to so many others.
I believed compassion was in fashion with a passion, until I saw
those without an ounce of kindness renounce consideration and
grow duller next to any color they passed, when they cast discrimination
onto others hoping to achieve their goals without selling their souls, like I
must do if I take what I wanted from the sky and hoped I didn’t die.
I believed the air I breathed was as pure as my thoughts,
but I despaired when like the wind, my mind traveled to bordellos
and other places with faces that were considered dirty because of
the things they had to do to survive and were considered polluted.
I believed animals that weren’t fleet, were here for me to eat, until the day,
I looked into the eyes of a cow standing in the slaughterhouse
line and saw into its mind where terror and pain mingled when she
thought of having her throat cut and the memories of her Calf getting put
into a dark box to become veal for humans to eat as tender meat.
I believed then that all living things could think and feel just like me until I found
how cruel, like hard jewels the unabridged world was full of prejudiced people
like farmers and their wives who after a day or two, destroyed their neighbor’s lives
so they could survive? I wondered if it hurts to live after dismissing other lives?
Who created such a harsh place? Maybe a mortal man or creature
who knows too much and is not afraid to touch dreams of peace and content
that were only illusions painted in unsuspecting minds before life began.
I came to believe all life here was only part of a survival game blamelessly
played by other worldly beings who only made this world to place their unjust
assessments on the other side of space, so they’d never be used where they lived
to cause pain and dissolution as it did here. By sending angry thoughts and
desires to inflict pain and suffering here, hoping their world became ideal.
I no longer believed any alive on this world had a soul, because we’re
created as game pieces with a name to be manipulated and used until
our time gets cut short by a participant in that game called, Life.
The amused beings who played sent us hallucinations so that
We’d believe we were really alive.
Because I believed, I believe I’m nothing but a fool