ODE TO DEFEAT

What kind of Savior can he be,
To hang his body out to die
Atop a cross from axe-felled tree ?
Insane ?  Divine ?  That deed set free
The universe of You and I,
And gave us sight, and taste, of Liberty.

He taught us stories rich in life
He'd gleaned from daily village strife,
He immunized against the virus
Of hegemonic Wealth and Self,
He diagnosed us Narcissists,
Diseased, contagious money-serfs,
He scourged the worshipped human I,
And flayed the idols Me and My.

He uttered first the words that burst
Asunder sin-tied knots of hurt -
Undoing years of churned despair ;
He cursed our crazy idol thirst,
Which circumcises Christ from Church,
And turns the Lord's into ... Our Prayer !
He paved the Way - beyond all measure
Of every seeming earthly treasure.

He sowed the yeasts of moral bravery,
That undermine the supine fealty
We foolish clones subservient
( As self-created, satan-servants )
Profess to cherished ideologies,
Upholding bloated, asset-laden Deities !