I WANT TO FIGHT
Posted: Fri May 13, 2005 4:30 am
I want to fight
to the death if it so happens
But I want to fight
I want to fight for 6 million Jews
murdered for their lack of belief in Christ
the two year olds
choking on Zyklon-B
gasping silent burnt
I want to fight for a dead brother
murdering himself
in an insane world
A dead sister
her petals beginning to open
who showed me how to dance
Another dead brother
his love unable to kill cancer
I want to fight the Roman garrison
who crucified Spartacus
for want of freedom
I want to fight the European
for 500 years of barbarism
for the cultures
people
who won't return
I want to fight those in the United States
stolen from Africa
whipped
raped
who knew only work in life
who still embrace Western religion
who still carry English surnames
I want to fight Desmond Tutu
in his purple robe
who has abandoned his ancestors
the Zulu stands tall
I want to fight Packer Murdoch Rockerfeller
multi-national companies
emptying our souls
deceiving and seducing us
lying between the lines
laughing at our naivety
walking off with the loot
I want to fight cold hard science
factualising everything into nothing
for killing the spirit world
for reducing me to a number
I want to fight Jesus Christ
and give him back his name Yeshu'a ben Yosef
give him back his stolen humanity
give him back his fight
and his woman
I want to fight Santa Claus
the man in the Coca-Cola inspired suit
employed by wealth
to make more
on a child's innocence
I want to fight Ayatollahs
fundamentalising
destroying women's souls
manipulating Qu'ran to kill
I want to fight Uncle Sam
his flag on our moon
his Hollywood so far from holy
for killing Presley and Lennon
for the arrogance
I want to fight my father's words
his ego
that is not mine
that neglected my siblings
that is not mine
I want to fight my mother
for not letting go
for my wings still folded
for her belief in astrology
I want to fight Elizabeth the queen
for the murder of oh so many Aboriginies
for the name of my state Victoria
for an Irish potato
for a ten year old's reverence of her
for Scotland's assimilation
for the murder her family committed
for her diamonds
for her flag impinging on mine
I want to fight Caeser
for killing with pleasure
for the wasted youth on both sides
I want to fight Constantine
for leaving out Thomas' truth
I want to fight that pope
for laying in bed with Nazism
I want to fight Napoleon Hitler Stalin
for their gutlessness
for the fact they won't burn in hell
they never questioned their parents
never felt kinship with the breeze
I want to fight a dying Earth
the cancer that has set like concrete
a holey ozone
a dead Tasmanian tiger
a dolphin in a plastic bag
I want to fight mental anguish
one phase euphorically high
the next inconsolably low
'another pill?' asks your doctor
as you look to the moon for some guidance
I want to fight Buddha
to free him
from the cage they constructed
there is no sound from one hand clapping
an enlightened man can't grow anywhere
I want to fight the names of God
that distort the mystery
that confine it to a box
if you institutionalise God
you have only business
I want to fight the 'image' of God
I want to fight a cross a star a crescent moon
a book
I want to fight Paul Davies
and that American evangelist bitch on my TV at 4 am
I want to fight
in the fullness of life
not in the deadness of archaic truths
set in stone
And I shall die forever
yet Life will beat on
always
to the death if it so happens
But I want to fight
I want to fight for 6 million Jews
murdered for their lack of belief in Christ
the two year olds
choking on Zyklon-B
gasping silent burnt
I want to fight for a dead brother
murdering himself
in an insane world
A dead sister
her petals beginning to open
who showed me how to dance
Another dead brother
his love unable to kill cancer
I want to fight the Roman garrison
who crucified Spartacus
for want of freedom
I want to fight the European
for 500 years of barbarism
for the cultures
people
who won't return
I want to fight those in the United States
stolen from Africa
whipped
raped
who knew only work in life
who still embrace Western religion
who still carry English surnames
I want to fight Desmond Tutu
in his purple robe
who has abandoned his ancestors
the Zulu stands tall
I want to fight Packer Murdoch Rockerfeller
multi-national companies
emptying our souls
deceiving and seducing us
lying between the lines
laughing at our naivety
walking off with the loot
I want to fight cold hard science
factualising everything into nothing
for killing the spirit world
for reducing me to a number
I want to fight Jesus Christ
and give him back his name Yeshu'a ben Yosef
give him back his stolen humanity
give him back his fight
and his woman
I want to fight Santa Claus
the man in the Coca-Cola inspired suit
employed by wealth
to make more
on a child's innocence
I want to fight Ayatollahs
fundamentalising
destroying women's souls
manipulating Qu'ran to kill
I want to fight Uncle Sam
his flag on our moon
his Hollywood so far from holy
for killing Presley and Lennon
for the arrogance
I want to fight my father's words
his ego
that is not mine
that neglected my siblings
that is not mine
I want to fight my mother
for not letting go
for my wings still folded
for her belief in astrology
I want to fight Elizabeth the queen
for the murder of oh so many Aboriginies
for the name of my state Victoria
for an Irish potato
for a ten year old's reverence of her
for Scotland's assimilation
for the murder her family committed
for her diamonds
for her flag impinging on mine
I want to fight Caeser
for killing with pleasure
for the wasted youth on both sides
I want to fight Constantine
for leaving out Thomas' truth
I want to fight that pope
for laying in bed with Nazism
I want to fight Napoleon Hitler Stalin
for their gutlessness
for the fact they won't burn in hell
they never questioned their parents
never felt kinship with the breeze
I want to fight a dying Earth
the cancer that has set like concrete
a holey ozone
a dead Tasmanian tiger
a dolphin in a plastic bag
I want to fight mental anguish
one phase euphorically high
the next inconsolably low
'another pill?' asks your doctor
as you look to the moon for some guidance
I want to fight Buddha
to free him
from the cage they constructed
there is no sound from one hand clapping
an enlightened man can't grow anywhere
I want to fight the names of God
that distort the mystery
that confine it to a box
if you institutionalise God
you have only business
I want to fight the 'image' of God
I want to fight a cross a star a crescent moon
a book
I want to fight Paul Davies
and that American evangelist bitch on my TV at 4 am
I want to fight
in the fullness of life
not in the deadness of archaic truths
set in stone
And I shall die forever
yet Life will beat on
always