At a time when it means so much to be proud of where you’re from, an offer comes fresh from the Middle East. 

 

While the Chinese try to build pride on top of their forefathers’ dishonour–enriching the west and enslaving their children–we feel their pain as cameras, AI technology and pharma-terrorism hold them in perpetual bondage–fact.

The Caribs are now proud to be African just because their “all-knowing” ‘masser’ empire turned digital and confirmed it for them on National Geographic and 23andMe. Trust they will; as they proudly boast about their Ghanaian, Scottish, German and Jewish mix in dissymmetric portions, they care not for the hypocrite within.

But their religion called Island-loyalty is eclipsed by the church of gay, shouting louder still at this time … well, at least last summer, where their con-grew-gay shun hit the streets waving symbols of their phallic manhood, for all the children to come out and touch accompanied by devout nuns who knew not their roll in this methodised hoax.

 

And we all know about the Americans: a mixture of European immigrants all grasping at an asinine idea of home that evicts the homies and their Mesozoic family underneath the soil, each day when they return back to reconnect with ‘their’ spirits. All this just because a German corporation called USA says they have a right, contradicting God and all common sense, hidden behind what they call ‘law’ and know isn’t.

They shout ‘build a wall’ at the top of their Baltic lungs with a sense of foolish pride that has no point at all besides lying about the pride of being the greatest destroyer of culture ever, in Gog’s name.

We are witnessing an increasing race to be ‘the race’ but I still see no fit winner; yet I waste no time praying that none of these jackasses succeed– their undertaking is impossible, for peace they will never find in reassembling pure lies and neither will you.

I know these conflicts only appear to you as breaking news stories and never the obvious karma of those who step sideways. If you only shut the cerebrum to open the aorta it would present itself more obviously as a personal question for ‘you’!

That question that always returns to you in different wars, assassinations and diseases because you leave it hanging for you dare not answer it, merely because you ignore the mirrors on your quest for likes.

 

But your reflection will catch you tonight as I demand you answer yourself the question:

Am I that much of a hypocrite unto my own soul that wrong can be right just because my peers are also insane?

Without we, the blessed minority, none of this self-awareness will enter these child-ult minds as a lesson in the unsustainable nonsense that patriotism alone can offer. And so we wait for this night when their advisers snore, yet one cannot sleep and lays wide awake, in ‘their own mind’ (for once) absent of ‘their’ plastic thought-support and their breaking views. Only then the question will hold them ever awake and demand answers in the court of ‘the soul’.

As the world gets ready to side with the forever reminding Jewish empire, desperately seeking the end of their struggle from Nazism, you will certainly ignore the struggle of the (perpetually destitute) Palestinians, until the media tells you that they also matter, just like black lives once did … for a few months.

Too afraid to weigh the size of each side’s bombs, we let the God-damned media fear us into weighing a mammoth against a wild boar. Maybe it’s because we’re used to red versus blue now that women have come too, entering the arena hoping that Arsenal destroys Chelsea dressed in the attire of the 49ers while they beat the Cowboys.

You see, duality was never seen as the issue as it could never be that simple. We want NASA to tell us they’ve found the formula floating somewhere in space, away from God and they can finally stop war, crime and pathogens with an App.

Only then will we see that the atheist is more religious than the pestering Christian, with his unwavering trust in his god–science, who asks of his unconditional support. And without a question he immediately abandons his double helix–his God-given essence. Maybe we should have told them that your God is simply that which creates the reasoning that ‘you’ think of as sound, within your mind, that which you jump to its command as a disciple, that which you maintain your traditional expression for–or not.

I hear talk of building a wall. “You know these Mexicans, they keep coming back over the fence”. It’s like collecting honey while being surprised that the hive continues to fill with bees and not ants.

And their congress is nothing more than satire. Revolving presidential squatters who refuse to name the true deed holders of the land.

 

 

Each time a man more foolish, who’s held together by lies so thin that only thick people cannot see them with their digitally immersed minds further destroying their sight–even AI is laughing at ‘them’ wanting to become ‘it’.

Every time that we walk into this childish trap that renders outside my door, we’re alone in an open asylum. I figure, somewhat in solitude, the reason why Christ called them children: they live in a dream. I can swallow these thoughts for only so long until I collide with a future mother, addicted to a screen. So gone that she cannot even simply walk and observe the life around her, I (not she) step aside.

If this isn’t a page from the Bible I have no way to remain in this place as the reason escapes me. Really, this fup is just this way for nothing?

If we are not going to be men and accept honesty as our ‘first’ principle, at least let us remember there are ‘people’ in between. These people are no different than each other. Their government also tells them to be proud of their unique utopia and they in return pretend that they cannot see that they live day-to-day in fear of the taxman, the employer and the landlord. They pretend that the torrential rain that they cursed from inside their home, isn’t seeping under the old homeless man’s sleeping bag outside soaking his unwrapped testicles.

Atheistic views have left the world with no order, like a bike with no handlebars, every journey is a crash waiting to happen and each rider has no law just–the next guy’s scheme.

I guess throwing God out with the church wasn’t such a good idea, at least that’s what the natives said, before they were convinced that God was an old belief and not the basis of All Law.

So let us not get too deep before they call it from God and fight over the colour of the delivery guys’ skin and once again miss the point. Even as it unfolds they fail to see that they are just individuals alone making poor choices that ‘they’ fast blame on others. Could it not be ‘you’-the problem?

Your need to fit in, to look as though you know the meaning of the word democracy and use it until it means ‘nothing’, nothing, nothing to you as you say it louder and louder until it’s just the rule in a city with a fifteen minute radius–is it not time ‘you’ grew up and stopped providing this madness with reason?

You who must castrate a penis then pay to sew one back on to know the gift of providing life. Until then you’ll call a woman a man and a man a woman in your news-receptive mind that bows to its ideas, as far from God as they are. Wouldn’t you call that media your God, or do you still think you’re an atheist?

But I guess ‘you’ are really the religious, the ones who wait on a saviour to come and guide your mind. We stand from outside of the asylum and ask: who’s your messiah? Is it a black one or a white one, a Muslim one or a Christian one? One thing’s for sure, she won’t look like you and that’s why she’ll evade your mind and for that simple reason you’ll crucify her again; and the fight goes on until we’re all gone, every prejudiced one of us. 

 

But from all of these available words that fall from God’s abandoned ether, it’s really a song and in it it begs just one thing: stop lying to yourself so this can come to an end because-

 ‘your’ ignorance is its fuel and of this I certainly am not.

 

Angel Lewis

For Sinéad Marie Bernadette O’Connor, Bob Nester Marley and Timothy Drew.