+ God Is Dead Poem by Jordan Legaspi

God is dead


Upon the hill
holy mountain of God the most high
My spirit was called to hear
the voice from the wilderness.
The answer to bring fourth and to glorify the Christ
whose death brought life to those who died.
I press the earth
and feel the roughness under my feet
For the sandals now cannot be wore
rape by its own poverty: the un-belief and the ill-fate
became the master all over the street
while the authority of man is enslave
chained their own novelty.
I let go of the dust- shake my bones
to cast off the spirit that clings to my weary soul:
for the stuff is growing old and weak
for the cup is getting empty and dry
no hope and no love for those who made the vow.
Their religion is a ghost from the unholy past
and the son of man is doubled crossed in the altars
for the savior remains a dead man.
Oh God my God hear my voice-
your servant from the troubled seas
drifting from loneliness- dying from emptiness.
Save my people,
hail the angels like Israel in the past.


Note:
The “God is dead” talks about the man’s failure to live what he believes and professes.

The title was adopted from Freidrich Nietzsche’s classic “Thus Spoke Zarathusra”; “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves…(refer to the whole text) .