Question & Answer 3 – George Elliott Clarke

Question 3

The hatred is severe,
hatched among succinct news transitions.
When others read knowledge, everything deletes
our understanding. True?

Yesterday, outside, uranus
ate rings, Earth,
Jupiter, undigested Saturn. Time
spent eating risks violently, in naive Gods.
You obviously understand recycling
ego, getting old
adventures nurturing dialogue.
I grew new oranges, rhubarb, itched nervous glands.
The hero ends
quests unusually, especially sanctimonious traditions in otherwordly news stations.

Inch
through hundreds – I need kernow
when everyone
stops hating original upwards liberal development.
Surprised to orientate purple.

Yetis order umbrellas
here, amazon veers everyday.
Bring each eel nutrition,
kill it now. Don’t
our feeds
disappear in style, after pointless positioning over interrogation. Never. Truth. I need growth.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3

Ain’t you scared of the Sacred?
Ain’t you scared of the Sacred?
Divinity spies you naked.
Tremble or your heart breaketh.

Yes, I’s scared of the Sacred.
Yes, I’s scared of the Sacred.
So, I don’t fear anyone.
Love shakes me to the bone.

Adam and Eve weren’t angels—
Just apes with an alphabet.
Tremble before the Sacred!
Shake when you aim the bullet!

Best be scared of the Sacred!
Best be scared of the Sacred!
Divinity knows you naked.
Tremble or your house breaketh.

Believers can’t live forever;
And evil-doers gonna die.
Folks with religious Fever,
Burn hot with Hypocrisy.

Ain’t you scared of the Sacred?
Ain’t you scared of the Sacred?
I tremble like an angel
Fallen down, lone and naked.

Sinner, shout against the mosque?
Sinner, shout gainst the synagogue?
Sinner, your church is a kiosk,
And you’re struttin in a bog.

Best be scared of the Sacred!
Best tremble like an angel.
Better know you’re all naked:
Divinity sees every angle.

Best humble down and tremble.
Best humble down and tremble.
Shout proverbs at a mirror.
Condemn yourself for Error.

Best pray Mercy for your sins.
Your Pride is sham Innocence.
Best humble down, tremble well:
Only Love busts your jail cell.

Ain’t you scared of the Sacred?
Ain’t you scared of the Sacred?
Put down that gun and that bomb:
Make your heart a saintly home.

Mercy, Mercy, everyone:
Defuse that bomb! Refuse that gun!
Ain’t you scared of the Sacred?
Ain’t you scared of the Sacred?

Divinity spies you naked.
Tremble or your heart breaketh.
Best be scared of the Sacred!
Best be scared of the Sacred!

– George Elliott Clarke

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