My
mind landed on the ten commandments of Moses
I
thought of a magical mountain where tablets were conveniently crafted
In
lightning to stone in a language understood by heathens
Fornicating
and contracting syphilis by inserting penises in golden calves
Burning
bushes and lying about it to their spouses and children
The
gilded trinkets jangled from body parts screaming for skin to be covered
Women
to be blanketed as too big an enticement
Rules
were sent from the heavens and carried by Charlton Hesston in minds of
Americans
As
is most of the logic transported through fervent witnesses who believe
Someone-feared
will attempt to pry the book from their cold-dead hands
Raised
in torment at Amalek steady and perpetuating prosperity
As
long as, as long as, as long as we keep the standards raised
A
law is a law is a law is a law as long as we hold it up
For
what, to better or to control?
Does
the law create more harm than it prevents?
Does
the commandment toil the world more than aid?
The
Decalogue: one I am the one, listen only to me.
Two,
idolatry distracts from me, back to me .
Three,
I am always listening, if you curse me others will notice and persecute you.
Four,
tithe on the seventh day, I am entitled to your resources.
Five,
honor your parents, they did this, so you should do this, don’t break the chain.
Six,
No murder, this is the first one not really about me, but I guess I have to
throw you a bone.
Seven,
sex with other people’s partners is frowned upon, it leads to instability and
people blaming me and stopping the tithing so don’t mess with my gang.
Eight,
No stealing, don’t take other people’s stuff, because it is really all my stuff
and when you steal it you are less likely to tithe it back .
Nine,
No bearing false witness, no making shit up that sounds crazy, I have the
monopoly.
Ten,
No coveting, no wanting, I am all you need, I make you happy, giving me
everything is joy.
The
capsule sits on the counter asking, what was morality before the law?
Murder,
lying, and stealing are inherently bad
Some
people’s parents are assholes and should not be honored for fornicating you
into the world
The
rest sound like rants from an insecure ideologue fascist demanding compliance
I
keep coming back to, did anyone ever need the book, the mythical tablets, the
word
To
know morality? I cannot fathom a people
who would
Out
of the ten, seven are clearly fraught with self-serving manipulation
I
see the death industries of cocaine, marijuana, and heroin
The
murders, the beatings, the rapes, the lies, and the thefts outnumber the
overdoses
And
ruined dreams over the blessed dreams of the fearful who never tried because of
a law
Ohhh,
the prohibition hidden to know one the deterrents of having to go to a Blue Cross
For
your Adderall instead of methamphetamines
Addiction
and counseling, rehabilitation and hospitals, science and religion are still at
war
The
drugs are no different; I see the putrid glaze of religion all over the
conservative paradox
The
party of self-responsibility of individual freedoms and choice are the
browbeaters of the Decalogue, the Ten Commandments to post in our Southern
court rooms for jurisprudence
That
a mandate for morality is somehow morality,
That
this pill is corporately sanctioned, this pill is from the Earth and
uncontrollable,
That
this morality is etched in stone by lightning, this morality is universal to the
self
There
is no monopoly on salvation or goodness or knowing or peace
So
that when assumptions are made to such we divest our ration that a man or woman
Is
capable of choosing, to kill or not, to steal or not, to lie or not without
penalty
To
inject poison into our veins so that we make laws against suicide
To
comply with the will of a book projecting such an eternal commitment in a world
Where
no perpetuator of such a law could be set to trial.
So
we are a planet of convicts with no jury, no judge and a wasteland of disorder
Created
out of laws taunting man’s volition to inflict crimes against himself
For
what is inhalation of cocaine in such a context, but skipping worship?
Who
is harmed, who is victim, who is perpetrator?
What
profits but the legislator, the arbiter, to convert such acts of the self to
the self
Into
crimes of societal ignominy and imprisonment
Woman,
cover your breasts or you invite rape.
Sir, you cannot marry him.
Use
the other water fountain, the other bench.
Pay the poll tax.
Oh
such lines of the Decalogue extended into the mountains of thought-crimes
Turned
physical morphing our prisons over time with the tablets of pulverizing
Our
volition to place such stones upon the mantle of our mind.
I
can think of nothing more disgusting, whoever thought of this must have been on
drugs.
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