On the Occasion of the Inauguration of Caesar

© 21 January 2005, The Griot Poet
Inspired by William River Pitt of Truthout: http://truthout.org/fyi/.

On the Occasion of the Inauguration of Caesar…

As I swallow the bitter swill of pundit largess: “free speech zones” for the restless peon hordes told to “eat cake” by Marie Antoinette administrations and BLOGS for the alternate press.

Watching his Skull and Bones fraternity brother mouth the Oath of Office stone-faced… for what could have been – without much difference – his place?

On the Occasion of the Inauguration of Caesar…

Jesus, blond-haired and blue-eyed moves stealthily under Iranian skies spying on the next spoke in the “Axis of Evil” wars without end.

Any Melanin-rich Aramaic representations of Him or His mother’s visage’s long ago conveniently PC’d and purged by Michelangelo’s genius.

“The poor you will have with you always” did not mean CREATE even more in the rape, plunder and murder for 2nd and 3rd world resources from Malthusian slaves for cell phones, pagers, computers, TVs, Nikes, blue jeans and SUVs.

On the Occasion of the Inauguration of Caesar…

We are a hare’s whisker from totalitarian rule, in the image of “We” by Zamyatin and Orwell’s “1984”; one more terrorist attack from a Declaration of Independence and constitution also seeming “quaint” and inconvenient… like Geneva conventions, reducing the ideas of deistic founding fathers to the dreamy wishes of idealistic fools!

As I search in the political and spiritual darkness for my epidermal RFID chip (used for tithes and offerings at certain Constantine mega churches and approved by the current FDA)

On the Occasion of the Inauguration of Caesar!

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
”To the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
”Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

William Shakespeare, Macbeth