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“We all seek, very few find!”

Wholesome spirituality is distinct from man-made religions and much more blatantly poignant. Most of us souls firmly believe in a CREATOR (God, Jehovah, Allah, Buddha etc.), irrespective of dogma, too few of us are thus able to adequately remain on a clear path that is in sync with His or Her WILL that has been supposedly holistically set for each and every one of us! Would you dare to try? Would you care to attempt to find out? The poetry in this book is aimed for one to achieve objective introspection as an initial step, followed by a no holds barred personal assessment, ending in a present day tied to current event analysis of the Lord’s Prayer! No one is “preaching” here, in fact as you may know, once anyone states that he or she “knows”, only guarantees that he or she knows not! The author/poet here is no exception. Let’s journey together! Let’s help each other emerge as altruistic human beings! May make for a better world?

One particular Sunday morning, watching a television show's "in memoriam" segment, I did a subsequent channel "surf", and found our then Secretary of Defense shamelessly selling to the press his own war program, hence the following became quite clear.

POWERFUL YET POWERLESS

by

MICHAEL J. NARVAEZ

A killing is never good...

or is it?

Gastronomically speaking of course it's essential for sustenance.

That is obvious...
or is it?

For example,

Secretaries of Defense will point out the importance of the "pawn of war"...

its utility absolute,

and today's perpetual Middle Eastern exercise,

expresses its horror,

as good soul after good soul...

enter the slaughterhouse.

In such a civil servant's mind,

this kind of butchery is nothing other than solid stable nation building.

Not unlike how we;


snap a chicken's neck,

pluck its feathers,

rip out its insides,

decapitate,
"de-claw",
then package and ship to the nearest food distributor,

sell it by the pound,
so that someone on the fortunate end of the devouring spectrum,

can roast...
bake or fry,

dress and serve,
slice-chew-swallow...

digest only to then defecate!

Blood sustenance at its purest form,

or is it just solid stable body building?

When I see an In Memoriam of Lance Corporal John or Jane's war sacrifice,

I envision John's neck being snapped and Jane's uniform being plucked...

both of their insides mangled and their either decapitated or amputated bodies,

twitching on the so called hallowed ground,

and their lifeless being then packaged to the nearest undertaker at a price...

a practice in and of itself disgusting in that the death business is nothing but!

I then envision that same Secretary of Defense,

not unlike Shylock in Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice,

demanding his "pound of flesh!"

As I tearfully read about our sacrificial lambs posing as Honor Guards,

defending our liberties with their lives like pawns moving fervently forward...

I keep seeing that roasted chicken!

To understand the rationale behind killing
you only need to accept the food chain.

(The poem written in 2005 continues on for several more verses.)