The Wests Fortune Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Wests Fortune



The west's Fortune
In the disappearing evening light the car outside looks
like a ogre or a relic of a dead religion, dying headlight,
a battery that will not start the car it must be pushed by
men who understand that Christianity must be brought
back to guard us from strange believes that is alien to
our culture. Atheism makes a country weak and insipid,
it is in its tolerance willing to accept demands from other
faiths that, will if given the opportunity burn our books
and ban the culture, that have made us westerners who
know the value of justice, even when it fails us. In the name
of equality let them burn our cherished book and ask us to
believe in a god not belief in God that has lost all meaning,
yet I believe we have to hold on to our culture and tradition
Christian based as it is, to preserve our identity; for we are
people who has suffered through time to reach equilibrium,
yet we know we are still a long way from Nirvana

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