Who is Authority?

WHO IS AUTHORITY?

They would condemn us for playing and laughing,
For dancing in the warm wind on this world.
They would kill us for lack of lucre and labouring,
For laying us down to rest with leisure furled.

Truly, there is more poison on their tongues of preaching,
Than in the meek, emotional mushiness of sweet wine.
Their darts thrust more dangerously deep and in,
Than the whirling wash of love which stings like brine.

All should be servant and master to each, but they
Dish out their authority not distinguishing blind from seeing.
They dress their idols, suppressing need-whining, nude humanity,
Needing touch and attention, a nascency of being;

And not the pointed finger to chain us down,
To disgrace, despair, and doom with endless toil;
Nor their demands for weary worship of every sound
They utter as though they’re lone gods of control on this soil.

Lord, they take over your temple, their master is mammon;
No mercy for suffering men eking daily bread.
Look down, get up, unleash your whip upon
Their exploiting, existential intestines ‘till they’re red.
- goinghome (25/12/’87)