why, am i of the ones that have
neither the cultural marxistm
nor the cultural darwinist impetus
to guide me?
why am i, akin to a moth,
             without a "guiding" light?
is that even worth question,
with the lived example?
            why am i to be ranked,
enforced an ethnical "calamity"
to be usurped, or even saved?
         my fingers are itchy,
i think i'll caress them,
rather than looking for a violin
like a jew might, and stand,
rain-soaked on a street-corner
playing the rabbi's reminding song,
to later sell matchsticks
and become the artifact of mammon;
had i the will,
              i'd sacrifice all my wit to
have said as much,
                  and seen, so little.
i've seen enough,
  the rest remains in just hands,
          that can fathom a jew
different from gentile,
  and pass, a judgement,
                   equal, equating both:
for it is said:
   deus ex omni, est deus in omni,
  i hope the hebrye will know
these words...
                 as such:
their god, is but a god in passing,
and upon the pass,
makes all, willing to assert his
procession:
                  the dire artefact, of proof.