Joshua Minton’s Online Pulpit : Throwing Dirt on Dad by Joshua Minton

Posted by Joshua Bradley Minton in January 15th, 2006

It took twenty-one years to murder the man.
When you steal a life, they will cut off your hand.
But if you father sorrow then they’ll give you a rank.
They’ll let you give a couple orders and they’ll strengthen your bank.
By protecting their walls, you straighten the flaws
that drive the human race into the demon’s paws.

Claws on your back try to tickle your mind.
The genius drank the mud from the shores of the Rhine.
The he went to war and he saw the facade;
his home land was plagued by the hand of a God.

Then he picked a scapegoat and nailed them to a tree;
“Behold the wandering Jew with the blood at his feet.”

Then he went to prison for thinking certain ways;
he wrote a book, named a crook, and waited out the days–
till the thoughts would fester in the soul of mankind.
Then he seized the power in the battlefield of Mind;
enslaved with propaganda, takes the light from obscured eyes.

Slash their Gods, burns their words, replaces them with his;
Der Fuhrer seized control from the adults, infants, kids.

Rolled into Poland in 1939;
tanks crushing bones of the dying blind.
Seizing even more from the leaders of the dead;
their minds were all clouded by ideals in their head.

“If we give a little, then maybe he will stop.
If we grant him sacrifice, he might not steal the crops.”

Twelve million humans dead as we drove into Berlin;
the man, he got away and didn’t answer for his sins;
with cyanide, he took a ride, hollow through the door within.

Mothers cried, the papers lied;
“Maybe we could use these guys!”
Tried, convicted, silent set aside.
We brought back all the Nazis and we learned from their lies.

We admired all the order, we respected demon strength;
and in this play, the CIA was measured out to length.
The CIA killed JFK and the mob backed up the coup de tat.
They put a Texan in the White House, to take us off to war;
to make some trucks, to make some bucks and peddle guns to the poor.
The Presidents spoke of the budgets of defense.
Unspoken lies killed childrens’ eyes as they learned about the fence.

The Presidential Pretty Figure pushing buttons for the puppets of the play;
The CIA put crack cocaine in the ghettos of LA.

The children warped by public education;
their minds attached to a permanent station of observation–
and every day the children pay by measuring out the length.

The Nazis killed twelve million
and the Russians killed their own.
But twenty-five million in the USA were slaughtered from their homes.
Invasion of the white man brought a holocaust of life,
a fucking double standard used to justify the strife.

“So now I stand in the Temple of Jerusalem
underneath Western skies-
the Master of the Servant with a new disguise.

“You can’t take power with you
and my Kindgom’s not this realm.
When space and time release the Mind,
a heaven’s made of hell.

“My Indian brothers, I took so long;
it’s been a couple million years since I’ve been gone.
Ever since you saw the fire that exists in the Mind,
I’ve been hidden from your eyes, but I’ve stayed with you through time.

“Hello my Jewish friends, could you bend down low?
I have something very special to place inside the hole;
the hole that has been empty since the “Coming of the Lord;”
a hole you tried to cut away with your Uncle’s sword.

“A Salaam Aleckam, my crafty Muslim kin;
Allah gave me greetings to bring back to you again.
Ever since he heard the call in the cave of his name;
it’s been a process of growth, a full circle of blame.

“Avalokiteshvera, I am Shiva and the asp;
descent down, struggle, overcome to see the path.

“See the simple scriptures as the metaphors they are;
look up to the stars and wonder what we are.

“Out there lies the answer to what we are within;
and in here lies the reason we are caught up in this sin.

“It’s up to each individual to bury their deceased–
fathers, mothers, uncles, brothers, every little piece.

“Then we have to understand personal death
until there isn’t one bit of experience left.

“Then you’ll gain awareness of the energy of Mind
and then you’ll find your place in this cosmos of Time.

Fly the martian planes on the Arizona borders
when the sins of our fathers no longer burden shoulders.

photo credit: The Sizemore McCabe Project