Breakfast Of Civilisation

Breakfast Of Civilisation prose poem

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Early in the morning
A rich continent,
Culturally and financially
Is getting ready for breakfast,
English breakfast of baked beans
On toast at Chiltern Firehouse..
Is devoured;
While somewhwhere in Paris
Waffles are being enjoyed
With fresh coffee..
Admist all these niceties
A boy gets washed on the shores
Of this land
Wait a minute he is not a boy…
A mere corpse
Resembling a broken doll

He is a massive threat to
Everthing they have cherished;
Their renaissance
Their science
Their Paintings
Their literature
Their God
Their Messenger

Or wait has this little boy
Come from the land of their messenger,
No couldn’t be ; for he too was crucified
For preaching Love
To Love
Ah yes to love and to be loved
Such unconditional expression is so dangerous
It may sully
All the prestigious
And Renaissance

Meanwhile the breakfast resumes
Between the hilly Buda
And the Prairie Pest
A sea of Humanity awaits
Its redemption

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Breakfast short poem

Each morning she grants me the unique privilege of providing a smile on her face I know quite a bit about the simple things. To watch her walk in and delight herself with the croissant of open lips A splash