He Robbed Me of My Lawful Part

He robbed me of my just right

Yet the chosen one he became

How could it be in God’s sight?

In His Hallowed Holy Name?

My brother, the twinned one,

How I loved him true in heart

My own mother’s beloved son

He stole away my lawful part!

His father is father of mine

Of one womb we were born

Yet his fortune rose to shine

While my inheritance was torn!

Obedient I was to father’s will

From the time I received a mind

While I was seeking it to fulfill

He was turning a tricky grind!

He conned Laban in the north

My mother’s close kin sanguine

And made own wealth grow forth

But wasn’t imputed crime or sin!

He’s to be king upon brothers

His name set to go down history

I till my dry land while he thrives

Elohim, your will to me is mystery!

I submit to your omniscient vision

Let your will be done on earth

You execute your loving mission

Employing our moan and mirth!

Xavier Bage

Fri, June 29, 2018

The Deluge is Approaching

 

The deluge is approaching

I was told by a heavenly voice

But what could I do at all?

I have nothing you call choice

I am left with only one option

Wait fatalistically for the fate

To fall on us; ingest us to the deep

To digest us and to defecate!

We built no boat like father Noah

A hireling ferryman we did employ

Who is hoped to sail us to safety

What will a worker for wage enjoy?

He will expect his coin every time

And whenever apt would claim more

At the approach of the tsunami

To save our souls will he be afore?

By choosing evil, instead of good

The eternal forking when present

We stepped to the petty path when

To our lowest leanings we bent

The deluge will be upon us sooner

Than later, hear the nearing roar

There’s no redemption anywhere

For the condemned in the core!

Xavier Bage

Friday, June 22, 2018

Whither Drips the Sweet Honey

            

Who siphoned my dear money?

I don’t know, I don’t know!

Whither drips the sweet honey?

I don’t know, I don’t know!

All the sums and subs I dissect

It’s correct, it’s correct

All the paper work, I check

It’s perfect, it’s perfect

Don’t you smell anything funny?

I can’t show, I can’t show!

Do your eyes suffer from cataract?

Can’t they perceive the hard fact?

Like an African mammoth it stands

Is the wise head buried in sands?

Is it covered with grain gunny?

Make no row, make no row!

Mine and me are superbly fine

If one wants to swallow or dine

Goats and lambs live on grass

They can never be a tabled class

Make your hay when it is sunny

Otherwise who on earth can grow!

Jealousy if you wish you may feel

I’m getting my well-planned deal

Let the dollars drop here or there

I darn care, it’s right and fair

Planets halt not their journey

You can only tow, can only tow!

Xavier Bage

Sunday, June 10, 2018