The Salt Of Humanity Poem by victorio pueblo

We were born not to live
but to earn living for survival
for the family, lastly, for nothing.

Conception is not Love but Investment:
Marital Capitalism; dignified by the Lexes, Sophist, Pharisees and Sadducees.

We were sent to the Sensei
of four majestic Walls of Trade:
commerce of lies;
for laminated mediocrity.

Learning is crime; practice to sacrifice;
taught to die; and to sleep
sweetly is holy: Value of Life.

We are Gladiators of our time.
Slaughter each other to slaughter ourselves to slaughter again
to be eaten.

As they merry in our last breath.
Drink our blood and sweat
and pro-create on
our death-bed.

There’s the God of Old Testament
in the coming will curse them
and generations alike:
Sodom and Gomorrah.

They will taste the flesh of
God’s promise: sweet revenge.
From heaven, Rain of fire:
The Lost City.

And Mar’s people will build arc
for New Testament of chosen people.
They’ll call themselves
“Descendants of Necolai.”

Curse is covenant for dignified humanity; that whoever will
embrace the cruelty of the past
will turn into Salt!