We are Mam­mon and Leviathan; we rule this rock, this prison.
Our ways we make mys­te­ri­ous,
Our tracks make the tracker deliri­ous,
We are clever, we are devi­ous, indeed, that is our mis­sion.
With money and with power,
We tempt and blind and pur­chase,
Not only things and gov­ern­ments,
But Minds and Souls sent on end­less searches
For every lit­tle swirl and pool of filthy lucre
While our rule is secure into the future
And author­ity nei­ther lost nor men­tioned,
Minor­ity rule is our first and only tenet,

Enforced and never meant to be ques­tioned.
We twist and turn and ever­more entan­gle
Con­gresses and Par­lia­ments in a mor­ti­fy­ing fan­dango
Which keeps us safely and securely ensconced
From view by both the smart and the merely entranced.
Oh Ortho­doxy, Oh Habit, Oh Liv­ing itself!
With Ye our rule is never chanced,
Its fes­ter­ing boil shall not be lanced,
Ever aris­ing even after the pesti­lence of War and Wars
Or the con­fus­ing bur­dens of collapse’s chores,
We know not Faith, nor Hope, nor Love,
And Grace is but a fraud,
We rule with stick and bribe and well timed nod
What do we fear of the expe­ri­ences of God?
And Free­dom? Oh yes we’ve heard of that,
Our noises and our mir­rors,
Deployed in sec­onds flat
Out do that puny con­cept,
For enslave­ment, slaves have clapped.
We fear but two things and they are very rare,
A spark of clar­ity in focused ones who dare
To fight for right against our usurpa­tions and monop­oly
Yet never at us stare,
But who rather speak with equal por­tions of
Drama, indig­na­tion and a call for all,
To be graciously aware and care.
c copy­right Steve Hummel
May 2012