Prideful Pagans

Prideful Pagans

In the smoky bars and pubs
You will find him,
In the slums of a forgotten town,
And in the shacks OF the woods
You will find him,
He smokes his Cuban in his office with a view
He scratches his belly reclined in front of the tube,
He is the cut throat suit running the corporation
He is the union worker drinking his salary away,
There is no sector in which he does not exist
In church he is the dad kneeling only because of others
His heart is harder then the pew he rests on,
And internally he curses the seconds away;
She is the promiscuous and provocative young woman
Enticing and luring the faithful young men,
And she lusts to fill the chasm of her soul;
He is the young man who is provoked to fight at a whim
His emptiness and anger unloaded on his peer
And he wears his bruises as medals upon his chest;
She is the spiritual universalist
She believes in doing good for reward,
And acceptance, tolerance and relativism are her pillars;
For he is the greedy white collar
One’s loss is his gain,
And there could always be a little more;
She is the palm reader and director of feasts
Fleshly pleasures gorged upon,
And she is in tap with the spirits;
They love their music and they love their play
Life lived moment by moment, day by day,
They have rituals, customs, and legacies
Holidays, traditions and of course religions;
‘For who are these beastly creatures?’ you may ask
And beastly rightly they are
They are more animal then man
They are more creaturely then a dog,
For they have even turned their creator
Into a carnal savage of their own thinking
He is to be despised not exulted;
For indeed he is the masquerader and deceiver,
But make no mistake
They can be polite hospitable beings at times
They can create great change in their numbers
They can perform acts of brilliance in their darkness,
But it is their darkness that defines them
A darkness found in smiles and celebrations
Darkness in their miniscule triumphs and tragedies
Darkness seeped in the past,
For their ancestors are ancient
Cain being their forefather on this land,
They are the prideful pagan,
But you will know them as Sir and Miss
As doctor and teacher
As neighbor and friend
As family and perhaps,
Perhaps even as yourself.