|mac dunlop||POSTCARD TO BALI|
"Looks like we're going into overtime"
because boom boom alley
in the middle of Bali
is glowing orange bright
in the crescent moonlight
shining through the clouds of this tattered social fabric.
For fundamentally, I am
-whatever my belief-
"bugger me" transfigured
by the bomb glow
in a place where I would wish to go
for peace and quiet from the world.
that bombs and blasts are everywhere
like jet streams of friendly fire
crossing over trip wires
catching bathers on the beach in Kuta Bay.
You wonder what culture brings
when learning's become some religious thing
fanatics want to teach
christian creationists, do or die zionists
and the rest
insisting on expelling from schools the infecting pest
of rationalist leanings.
our governments have become
more and more like feudal feifdoms
protecting pockets of oil and capital investment sums,
as we wonder how the war that started
really first begun,
and why these waves of poverty lap upon our shores.
"Minus 10 and counting..."
the radii of bomb blasts is measured
in religious politics dressed up as reason.
Empowering hate mongering god-fearing heathens
with no time for the humanist cause.
There goes the word of god
translated for every trumped up cause
blowing up what once was
a simple cry for freedom.
Now the brain visibly shrinks
beneath the body parts covering the beach
putting heaven on earth out of reach
for those who dream of living together in peace
The final lap has sounded
and we are covered in shattered window glass
we witness the pain that's comes to pass
when lies and laws split the world in half
for the sake of any "god's" law
or "written-in-stone" religious past
which teaches solitary social madness.
3. title: Postcard to Bali
İmac dunlop 2002