Lagumbay.com Reflections on Love, Rage, and Fear

I am dust and I can’t help but feel a little dusty
Pounded down on the ground after a Chuck Norris Roundhouse
Kick to the face and there you were again with the watching
and the hands-off mentality.  Here I was getting my spine
ripped off like some Mortal Kombat Fatality and I’m
supposed to kneel down and tell you “thanks for having me?”
I think we’ve got this backwards and to paraphrase Trent –
Somebody owes someone a great big apology and I’m not so sure
If I’m the one who should say sorry.  Sure, I bought into the lie –
How you’re more awesome than Superman…and Superman can fly!
They threw words around like omnipotent and omnipresent
So you must have watched them fight against The Star and Crescent,
Watched people suffer and die throughout the centuries, so for someone
with all that power, I’m not impressed and I can’t understand
why you can’t lend a bigger hand.  “To whom much has been given,
much will be required” wrote Luke, divinely inspired — but you’ve
got everything, Jack, and nobody holds you accountable
even though your inaction is quite palpable.
Today, you remind people that they are dust –
some sort of reality check to keep your sheep in check.
To that I say “You are pixie dust”
and I’ve got news for you, Tinker Bell –
I’m not Peter Pan.