Armless and Harmless by Kushu-Solii Ngah A, Sacerdos Simplex: A Painful Reflection

Armless and harmless,
October 1st 2017
Behold the oppressed and the suppressed
From Victoria to Ako
Armless and Harmless in files
Missing the long long days
When all were humans before all.

On their path there stands
Egged as sherpherds they stand,
Armed with sherpherds staffs they say,
Coming to defend the flock they seem,
From invisible ghosts of time and space.

Lo,
The innocent in files,
Chanting chants of freedom from burdens,
Too weighty for civil minds,
Missing the age-old home,
Where each and all were homey,
Where all were equal fore the jurist,
Where I was cos we were,
Now Utopia in hindsight.

Longing for a Moses
To tell the pharaoh of their pain,
Longing for a Daniel to glimpse,
And give judgment with no swords,
And judge with right not might.
Armless and Harmless they come,
Truth and justice their robe.

Behold the men of war,
Guised to shepherd the flock,
Four score and fitheen the flock,
Of the hundred sheep there is
Armless and Harmless they come,
With leaves wailing for peace.
The egged shepherds now hatch bullets
To butcher the armless and harmless.
In fear and haste, the harmless and armless,
Strip the Wood of the lifeless Cloth of Symbol,
For they clothed for peace,
Are hatching butchers knives,
Towards the armless and harmless.

Soldiers out with one rule,
To Steal, to kill, to destroy,
To loot, to maim, to torture
To lie, to threaten and wipe the marks,
Since all lizards are prostrate,
Shoot all the dogs, no sifting,
For the sublunary mover of all earthly moves
Has so ruled.

They say for peace they are,
They say for unity they are.
Peace through the bullets?
Unity through arms?
Peace and unity with corpses?
They profess they are for dialogue.
Dialogue with the butchered or with the butcher?

The butchers stole and were caught,
By the harmless and armless,
And they nipped the armless and harmless,
In "lawful self defence".
Theirs seem the conscience,
filled to the brim with bloody Geld,
To destroy even all signs of harvesting,
Only the Oligarchs matter
And not even any thereof,
The armless and harmless flock.

Do away with the footprints,
Of all ordered by the oligarchs.
And then do all to tell the world,
"It was all a fairy tale, of dogs,and fools and grumblers",
Just like a sugar cube in the sea,
Of those who matter to the oligarchs.

Is this the promised end?
They mourn from hamlets to cities,
For the armless and harmless,
Maimed, butchered and concealed,
No way to oil the Cadaver,
No way to find the carcasses,
No glimpses of the deader,
No remains for the knell
No still for the hearse.

The silence of the Great Mover is deafening,
To those ruled by impulses,
And even the patient cry and say,
"Give us patience immediately".
For evil seem to prevail,
For the killer is raised and the killed jailed,
The wicked seem to smile,
And sinless, armless and harmless Job to say
"I know He lives no matter what".

Hundreds are butchered by they who shield,
They mask as shepherds of the armless and harmless,
And hatch their bullets of destruction,
Egged in the shield of harmlessness.

(By Kushu-Solii Ngah A, sacerdos simplex).