Attrition Ignition Poem by mike ruthenbeck

Should such lowly redneck apparition...
Myself; most slothful, nonsense protégé,
Undeserving any recognition
Think of telling you what to do today?
Would it be fair or right for me to shade
Without any object complimenting
The eyes with which our great grandfathers prayed
through colors of the ancient pigmenting
Perception of people who saw the Earth
with realms of sun and moon and starlight
huddled together each night round the hearth
gnawing and chewing and learning to fight;
but moreover, they were learning to love
and learning to see more than stars above

Just one point here, am I trying to make
Before your attention wanders away
The fact that we all can easily fake
Another’s prospect of love “On Belay”.
Modern social electric construction
Celebrity queens, heroes unwanted;
Present to me a final deduction-
As though my house were prove’d to be haunted-
We are doomed to love again and again
And nothing will ever quite be the same
As had been so confidently spoken
By a man on a cross without fair blame.
The same tales in constant repetition
Provide inquisition ammunition.