If The Cosmos Spoke…

You shall not take the world and all its wonders

And pack them into boxes for display,

Charging entrance fee as if you own it,

Global feudal masters of the day.

You shall not house my children in your ghettoes,

Vaunt your wealth, exacting servitude,

Domineering cultures as your fiefdom,

Simple things are seen as bad and good.

You shall not pose as masters of the universe,

A blip you are, a cosmic dot in time,

Ignoring all spiritual iterations,

Marking what is ours as yours or mine.

You shall not kill the planet with your fighting,

Polluting light of day with endless night,

Cultivating chaos to the order

Ordained when starbust made all chaos right.

You shall not conquer life with fear and favour,

Declarations cruel or dissident,

Holding back evolving plan and aspect,

Plans there are but none of this intent.

You shall not pass, these boundaries are secluded,

Enshrouded in the stars of galaxies,

Wormed parallels forever life engendered,

Your arrogance anathema to me.

You shall be bound by all your acts, inactions,

Held account when futures come to pass,

‘Trespassers will be prosecuted’.

Note these words, they may well be your last.

Turn again to light, my beams command it,

The source of all you are, you foolish tribe,

Indistinct from dinosaurs, all hist’ry,

Begotten from the light that dwells inside.

Woe to you, this covenant, it falters,

Rainbow cast is fading fast upon

The darkness that engulfs before the herald

Of another life, another age that dawns.

 

Beacons

Put a little powder in the fuse for me,

Just a little, you understand, to make the fireworks pop,

A smidgen here and another tiny drop,

Colours bright in dark that we can see.

 

Fetch fuel from evidence lying all around,

Build bonfire high, useless effigies stacking on top,

Dead men breathing, walking, heartless zombies stop,

A plot where they’re all razed to the ground.

 

Give a little, take a little liberty,

Aurora’s fiery, crackliest backdrop,

Keep the fireworks burning on the heath’s hilltop,

Beacons guiding sans apology.