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On Glory

 On Glory

 

“Some are born to sweet delight

Some are born to endless night.” – William Blake

 

Some people in the affluent West

Think this is nonsense

 

They’re sorry for you

For believing that

 

“I hope you find inner peace”

They say

 

Forgetting that the Buddha

Was a Prince

 

Who’d suffered very little

In order to devise his Universals

 

Is he really saying the same thing

To the ex-Christian in Toorak

As he is to the Congolese

 

There is a reason

Job is a Saint in Afrika

 

Because people are living it

& know when they wake each day

That immense suffering is inevitable

 

Everyday

Regardless of their mindset

 

The pain is registered in the brain

& some people

Suffer MORE than others

 

In fact MOST

Suffer more than the FEW

 

The First World would do well

Listening

 

& thinking

& changing their ways

 

Because our “Inner Peace”

Is bankrolled by Poor people’s labour

 

And suffering

 

And degradation

 

And Humiliation

 

So I want to hear less about inner peace

And more about outer Justice.

 

I’m a Jesus man

He’s up there with Muhammad Ali

 

Some good hits

For all his agonies

 

Guiding me

To Glory be to God

 

& Glory be to people who have

Ambition

 

Not for their careers

But for their deeds

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

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