These Days of POST-TRUTH (2)

‘Repeat a lie a thousand times,

And like divine truth it chimes!’

‘I glance at the world around

Through my only narrow pipe,

All other views and perceptions

I clean with a mental swipe.

I embrace an idea or opinion

That with mine happily rhymes.’

‘No, don’t utter a word to me

That with my pet idea will clash,

A thought which is not in tune  

With mine, will suffer verbal slash.

On mine I’ll rain my treasure,

On others I’ll waste no dimes.’

‘You believe or not, I’m firm

On the assertions that I make,

They serve well my desired aims

I care not, they are true or fake.

Believe me, trust me, be you fools

Who accuses me of hallowed crimes?’

Xavier Bage

Fri, Feb 17, 2017

These Days of 'POST-TRUTH'

These days of so-called “post-truth”

What brings them, in truth?

Who with light, can enlighten

Could a seer of times explain?

When falsehood wears the crown

Trampling just heritage down

Arrogantly on streets struts its might

Glad bestowing tears and pain.

When insolence adorns the chair

Masking filthy foul into fair

Degrading dignity of all innocence

Robbing rights for selfish gain!

Mouthing words of insult to wise

Building wall is not any surprise

Hating hearts who don’t tow

With such reign death waits to rain!

           Xavier Bage

           Tues, Feb 14, 2017

        

Unanswered Questions

               

    

        

    Why, when, where, questions aplenty

    Stand bowed-head to my seeking quest!

    Why am I to carry a cross un-wanted ?

    A thorny crown, why should I wear?

                       Why should my one heart’s blood fall?

    On the rocky roads that my soul tear?

              I am not the messiah, world to redeem

    Nor am I born to burn myself to a test!

    Who was the monk at my door abegging

    In holy apparel with an extended bowl

    Was it the devil in heaven’s angelic form

    With hungry teeth on his selfish prowl

    Was the hawk blameless or sin-stained

    To clover its prey to dirty dining nest!

    There’s no one to answer, none to reply

    No Guru under a holy Bodhi tree to guide

    A burning light I follow through darkness

    Across bloody dangers none at my side

    With a little faith my forefathers left me

    Trusting one who knows the answers best!

    Xavier Bage

    Thurs, Feb 02, 2017