I’m Yesus, poor friend of the lame

 

We live in the age of the Ark

 

A rainbow of peoples embracing the dark

 

 

 

Not you, I, it but we, yes-us create life

 

Touchstone comfort dissolving strife

 

Michelangelo’s drawn nexus

 

Europe’s leitmotif. Ich-Du, (Ja Wir). Yesus

 

 

 

A rotten-wrack of empire driven by gain

 

Aye, but think on Me, and remain

 

Forgive their wrong for living’s short

 

Democracy. By Capitalism. Bought

Was Noah awake on the arch of the deep?

To resist Eurocracy’s creep.

Is there yet sanctuary, rest and peace

Where freedom’s un-mortgaged to money’s short lease?

For Noah he lived with the lamb and the eagle

The weevil, seagull and beagle

Animals farming island’s ark

A beacon afloat o’er the realm of the shark

Oh Noah he nourished the tiger and lamb

The thistle, the dragon and ram

All creatures flowing and glowing

Plurality’s freedom richly bestowing

But Noah was courted enticed and cajoled

And we? Thwarted, tax’d and then sold

For Roman potage, now we are told

To kneel to new masters who’ll have us in hold.

So now we are Yessah, with bags full-filled thrice

But Liberty’s death is the price

Of Council, Commission and Court.

Democracy. By Capitalism. Bought.