With Harlot Falsehoods When we've walked the road of verity, Throughout our lives – with all our human faults, Abstaining from the vices of the lie – The path of falsehood then cannot be borne. And when we've been obedient to the call Of conscience, ever heeding heart's advice, To disobey is as a living death, A torture, hell ascended to this earth. And yet, observe, how in survival's name, Or merely for ambition, some, with ease, Can lie throughout their lives and can benumb Their consciences and hearts for worldly ends. And slaves, be they in chains of iron or Of silver, must obey the master's lip. And those, who quickest shed their scruples, thrive And do not shy from wielding lie and whip. So should we martyr minds and bodies for The quiet voices that we hear within, Or should we yield to fear or seek to rise By doing what we see the others do? The question comes and must be answered, yet We seek, from this dilemma, some escape. We all have duties to our selves and kin. Should mere survival then be viewed as sin? And yet, those voices, that we've listened to, Will not be stilled. They fill our nights and days. To path of justice, heart and conscience call. And every step away dismays the soul. And those, who've wedded selves to truth, cannot With harlot falsehoods lie a moment long. And yet, the webs of lies entrap their souls, And they are found, where they do not belong. ****** The ways, that lead to what some call as "god"
And others, "truth", are varied, manifold.
So each may choose to walk upon the way
That's fit for him or her, while harming none.
And all creation, all that's filled with light,
Has source in this. Compulsion kills the soul.
But even that, which free creation brings,
Is used to slaughter and to dominate.
How many ways have humans engineered, To make, of others, slaves! So all, that minds Have wrought, in innocent ingenuity, To free us, then is swiftly turned to this.
So farming gave us brigand kings and turned The freemen into serfs. And now we see Computers, mathematics used to serve As watchdogs on the herds that daily teach.
It will not be. We shall not be a part Of evil, though our backs are loaded, bent. We'll bear our burdens, labor as we've done, But will not harm our wards or blur our truths.
Our lives have taught us that humility That those of hubris rarely see till end. And yet, whatever remnant self-respect Remains, demands we do not dance to lies.
For how can we fulfill our duties core, When heart and reason clearly say, "Do this." And fear and slavery proclaim, "Do that."? We choose the freeman's path of clarity.
Whatever punishment that brings, we'll bear, With inmost beings calm, in dignity. We'll do our work and walk the path of love, And that will be, for us, reward enough.
stanzas prior to the break written 2013 September 4th, Wed. night (after being briefed for two days on the new teacher-evaluation system in New York City) and stanzas following the break added September 5th,Thu. and September 6th, Fri., Bensonhurst, Brooklyn