"rubicon" poems - Hello Poetry

(for Nietzche, who cowers behind art.) The world calls the conquered ****** to remember that the sun every night yearns to rise, to rise, to rise when there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing. Yet still it yearns to rise, to rise, to rise. The world called Canaanites ****** while they traded and toiled along the shores of land promised to the aged heretic of Sumer, whose wife could give only love. The world called Hebrews ****** while they raised Pharoah tombs Provided respite from the eastern chariots Stubborn in refusal of the living gods Drinking only Eloheim's bitter grape That provides brief respite from his decrees When delving deep in one's cups. The world called Britons ****** When flogged Boudicea fought and fought and finally fell To Roman spear and gladius When Angles and Saxons raided then stayed When Cromwell climbed the pale cliffs The world called the Iberians, Gauls and Teutons ****** when Caesar crossed the Rubicon Pax Romana for Citizens born Land for the wealthy, voting rights too Taxes and tithes from their toil. The world called the Khoikhoi of South Africa ****** From the VOC to fatal Apartheid Up rose a man The heart of the land A man named Nelson Mandela. The world called the Viet Minh ****** from Can Vong to Dien Bien Phu 'till they slogged howitzers above to reign Napoleonic terror below. And to them it was just The American War After the world called them Vietnamese. The world calls the conquered ****** to remember that the sun every day yearns to rise, to rise, to rise When there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing yet still it yearns to rise, to rise, to rise 'though it never watches its own rising undoing raiment of fading embers swimming naked in the royal blue bathing all with daily newborn naked glory chasing the celestial tidal tease that seems to wander where it please reminding that all are born free but can grow into ignorance and be called ****** Seek truths that hold in unity; that provide nourishment beneath the lash allowing one to rise, to rise, to rise.

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Jul 15, 2019

Jul 15, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC

carnival-trete

The World Calls the Conquered ******

(for Nietzche, who cowers behind art.) The world calls the conquered ****** to remember that the sun every night yearns to rise, to rise, to rise when there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing. Yet still it yearns to rise, to rise, to rise. The world called Canaanites ****** while they traded and toiled along the shores of land promised to the aged heretic of Sumer, whose wife could give only love. The world called Hebrews ****** while they raised Pharoah tombs Provided respite from the eastern chariots Stubborn in refusal of the living gods Drinking only Eloheim's bitter grape That provides brief respite from his decrees When delving deep in one's cups. The world called Britons ****** When flogged Boudicea fought and fought and finally fell To Roman spear and gladius When Angles and Saxons raided then stayed When Cromwell climbed the pale cliffs The world called the Iberians, Gauls and Teutons ****** when Caesar crossed the Rubicon Pax Romana for Citizens born Land for the wealthy, voting rights too Taxes and tithes from their toil. The world called the Khoikhoi of South Africa ****** From the VOC to fatal Apartheid Up rose a man The heart of the land A man named Nelson Mandela. The world called the Viet Minh ****** from Can Vong to Dien Bien Phu 'till they slogged howitzers above to reign Napoleonic terror below. And to them it was just The American War After the world called them Vietnamese. The world calls the conquered ****** to remember that the sun every day yearns to rise, to rise, to rise When there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing yet still it yearns to rise, to rise, to rise 'though it never watches its own rising undoing raiment of fading embers swimming naked in the royal blue bathing all with daily newborn naked glory chasing the celestial tidal tease that seems to wander where it please reminding that all are born free but can grow into ignorance and be called ****** Seek truths that hold in unity; that provide nourishment beneath the lash allowing one to rise, to rise, to rise.