Posted on 07/19/2018 12:30:32 AM PDT by blueplum
I get drunk and write Maya Angelou poems.
I want to publish a book of lost Maya Angelou poems written by me.
Oh black boy so fierce and strong the sun is blinded by your might. Stand up and be strong. The sun smiles at its equal.
Would totally be accepted as a Maya poem.
I get drunk and write Maya Angelou poems.
I want to publish a book of lost Maya Angelou poems written by me.
Oh black boy so fierce and strong the sun is blinded by your might. Stand up and be strong. The sun smiles at its equal.
Would totally be accepted as a Maya poem.
I wrote that in a taxi in Hong Kong just now.
Now it is not good for the Christian’s health to hustle the Arian Brown,
For the Christian riles, and the Arian smiles, and it weareth the Christian down;
And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the late deceased,
And the epitath drear:”A fool lies here who tried to Hustle the East.”
Rudyard Kipling
The Gods of the Copybook Headings
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
>>It was only when Satan realized the best way to destroy Christianity was to present it to everybody, but only in a watered down, unscriptural format, that he dealt a serious blow against Christians. Satan corrupted Christianity from within, presenting counterfeit “christian” churches.
But, scripture warns us of this. When Jesus finally returns, it won’t be to billions of adoring worshipers. It will be to millions, with the rest cursing him. The human heart wants to be God, so Christ offends so many of them and the numbers grow with every new invention that makes us feel more powerful and every new scientific discovery that “proves” that random chaos created the universe.
The university has joined the chorus of western schools who feel that students should run the show. However, I find it rather hard to believe that the entire male student body at Manchester would have voted for Maya as a replacement to Kipling. Which begs the question, where are the Manchester men and why are they letting women run all over their legacy?
Belligerent ghouls
Run Manchester schools
You need to “Stop Making Sense” if you want to get along in today’s culture.
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