On the Bright Side...

Man is black, man is white

Man is naught but parasite

Man is dark, man in fair

Man does naught but pollute the air

Man is yellow, man is brown

Man has ever sought the crown

Man is tiny, man is tall

Man rests not till he’s conquered all

Man is fat, man is thin

Man knows not virtue from sin

Man is rich, man is poor

Man resists not greed’s allure

Man is cowardly, man is brave

Man is to his needs a slave

Man is strong, man is weak

Man does ever salvation seek

Yes man has many flaws indeed

And for his faults all mankind bleeds

But if man were not what he be

Whence would come my poetry?

Hypatia

Men are strong, men protect
Men have ruled since life began
But where was all their majesty
When Hypatia’s blood freely ran?

Whence came their fear, their jealousy
Their slanderous, deceitful game
She was the Greatest woman who ever lived
And through mud they dragged her name

She stepped onto his territory
And excelled far more than he
Her quest was only to seek the truth
And they blamed her of blasphemy

They did not seek to answer her
Or prove her endeavors mistaken
They chose instead the coward’s path
And thus it was, her life was taken

They roused a mob most ignorant
They filled their heads with lies
In God’s name did they lift the sword
And God did sympathize

They chased her down, they tied her up
And flayed her stone by stone
Till all that was left of the Great One
Was blood and broken bone

Her work unlearned, her writings burned
They destroyed all she had done
Chaos created, their bloodlust sated
Back to their churches they run