Those people owning big mansions
on the beautiful lake shore,
they cannot stand their power anymore,
as with a thing they got accustomed to and cannot bear,
they reject it because of too much usage,
of too much seeing it around,
of too much wear and tear.
They hate their wives, those obsolete, silly trophies,
they hate their select cars, their select ties, their select clubs,
they hate the dumb obedience of their financial orderlies,
the taste in women of their friends, the nabobs,
they hate the power they hold on other peoples’ lives
those humble, worthless creepy-crawlies
which barely make a living, carried by the welfare trollies
happily swarming around through their anonymous hives.
Now they cannot just trod around in their big rooms,
the unused, heavily adorned study room, the majestic den,
they get strayed through the dark corridors of their private dooms,
they get tired when the reach the end of their twisted, long hallways
and there’s no exit to the Garden of Eden
all they wish is for their children, to always
be there, above everything, above all
that should be the family goal.
They’d like to challenge the almighty God right then, right there,
To see who harbors more strength, who harness more power,
who’s carrying more clout in his existential manger,
who can do what and when and where,
but God’s a coward, he never shows his face up,
and this is something they cannot bear,
don’t teach a satrap how to deal with a satrap,
they raise their clenched fists and yell in anger:
God, show up your face, show up your strength
I want to measure myself with you,
I won’t let you be
till I know who’s mightier,
there’s no competitor worthy of me
in your kingdom!
But God constantly ignores their chime,
and sends instead an accident, a cancer, a deep pain
that’s how God works, that’s how his ways are lain,
the cowardly God, the owner of the time
And what’s left to the people with big mansions
on the beautiful lake shore
is to hate themselves, their lives, the other peoples’ lives,
their easy, happy, fulfilling bonding
so bored of winning it all,
so mad of being the winners of nothing
