Back to home page A Best Guess  After Here    By Sean November 2001 If you're not allowed to hunger for deeper meanings - thirst for better worlds  then why have a soul?   Passing 60 turns on this blue ball   Yearning still  listening for a call   From womb to tomb - tried many creeds   Poured my heart out on worry beads   Pray, hope and wish for faith so real   Passion,  love  opened doubt's appeal         When the poor complain let them eat hay     Segregated heavens still hold sway today     Iconize invented relics to touch a wonder     Polished glitter glitz deny any blunder     If the enslaved get rowdy rise to rebel     From the pulpit curse them all to hell       If the lowest creature isn't  allowed  their highest aspirations then why  proclaim the gift of reason?   Reverend Rich - seek sacred buck   Pay your tithes - pray for luck     For those last days I hear no clock "tic"     Scaring gullibles  is a sick trick       Branding thinkers as witches, heretic     Dominion schemes not too slick.         Many more chances with reincarnation     You can play all parts with incantation     Still no consolation now and here     Untouchables dirt caste is clear     Too bad I can't truly remember     What past lives I led last September   If everyone is allowed  to have ten questions for every answer then won't the heart begin to bloom?    Some imposed a single righteous path     Filled their hearts with a killer's wrath     Others fled to found their own pure flock     Branded native neighbors chattel stock   When there was only one book to read     To settle all questions  - a dogma creed           If the divine is a woman oh my     Does nature rule from breast to thigh?     Her  vale fertility twas mistress lord     What mother offers  son to  sword?     Patriarchy still cracks her head and bones     And mocks any Lillith on a throne of crones         If there's no flame yet you burn then who says that the spark of the divine could not be in all things?    Ruler's titles vary with lands they grip     Using any divine to cling to  power trip     Kept masses from common golden rules     Battle science in guilt-filled schools     Sent out missions - force others to bow     Spin a local miracle - any way how           If loving acts hold up a model     Pass it on do not bottle     If there is judgment I'll be damned     I want no master blueprint planned     To wag a finger at my poor shrug     "Suffer in perpetual hell you bug"         If our founders were deists  then their clockmaker God didn't turn the rack or screw did he?   Conquistadors looted flaunting the cross     Condemned Indians only Christ was boss     Brought The faith then stole their gold      But the sun god shines in hearts so cold     Brought diseases that  ended innocence     Centuries later accept a  condolence.           If this  a step we have to endure     The foundation is rotten - no allure     If this a puzzle - no fair-game riddle     Nobody can meddle not even a piddle     If life is beyond our grasp  a mystery      Then why do we publish our history?         If pograms teach us anything should it be not to displace Palestinians by force and biblical claims?   Fundamentalists  fuel new holy wars     Veiling women branding all whores   Moses begat terror first Yawah law   Then land,  now oil - a patriotic flaw      Draped in flagged zeal  lay it on thick   Some soulless hatred will fire quick           Morals seep through it's common sense stuff     Do unto others - the rest is bluff  and fluff     Read  "reconcile first then offer to me"     Working on that part- that's my  plea     Singing,  rejoicing - need to have praises     Shelter the homeless in those money raises.         If you feel  moonlight tremble and sunshine  dream then why bring in an outsider to bless it?   There's a curious mix call it voodoo     With a dash of this/ that good ju ju   A conquered people reassert a belief   Commune with the dead for relief   Ancient herbs shifty shapes inverted   Face the mirror  if it sounds perverted           A deck of cards  slight of hand lay     Shuffle decks turning fate your way     Reading to assure our path is true     Need insurance a local gypsy drew       If  the message fails cast it away     It's only a game so who's to say     If you  witness others being kind without any motive then don't you get to see god's point of view?    Buddha would boo parades of his tooth     Mohammed would call  taliban uncouth     Jesus would console poor battered wives     Elijah might be in all our lives     Nobody knows a god damn thing     Prophets seize on second millennium spring           If my love worshipped Druid's trees      I'd offer a bed of sacred leaves     If my love thought pigs  had souls      I'd pen  pal  hog call goals     If my children threw god  out the door     They're still  welcome  to walk on my floor.