CIRCUS OF LIFE
(the show goes on..)

The waltz of the dancing hippos
Brings yawns and polite applause
The Act of the well dressed mongoose,
Gets whistles and high pitched boos

The angry crowd sneers and threatens
And it is time to bring Him on:
An old canon with a short lit fuse
Shoots out the rotund Clown

Voila!

A cheer erupts from the rows
Children wake up to a ready smile
With a devilish smirk and a bulbous nose
Our underpaid jester bows in style

The dwarfs hand the clown a beating
And give him rowdy chase
The audience split their sides laughing
When he lands hard on his face

In the routine of the Cobra Kiss
The clown guarantees to enthrall all..
(When a danseuse at his ear whispers
“Oh brother.. you have sired a girl !’’

His smile shrinks when he sees her nod
And asks of his labored wife
In the sad shake of the dancer’s head
He realizes he lost the woman of his life)

There is now thunder in the tent tonight
The mob is on its feet
To see the clown evade the venom’d bite
In such an awesome feat

‘He seems a little slow this season’
The manager tells a stone-eyed fake
The grin's wide on the hapless clown
As he taunts the angry snake

The multitude ooos and awws
Every serpentine swish and hiss
There is prize of a hundred rupees
If on its hood he plants a kiss

His mind a swirl of raging pain
His eyes with tears are flood..
Alas !

The striking reptile injects deadly toxin
Into the conduits of his blood

The clown feigns flamboyance
The horde’s applause deafen;
Scoffing,

Beside the hissing cobra he kneels
And seals his purple lips on its crown

Then with a wave to the cheering mass
The clown makes his last exit;
A unicorn gallops onto the dais
And the crowd is again on its feet.
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Anatomy of Hatred
In the Name of the Father
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It was a jungle out there. Survival defined all Life. To survive was Primary and Paramount. At any cost. At all costs.
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Fear was essential for Survival. Hatred is the product of Fear. You Fear something which has the power/ability to destroy you – your life, your amenities. You hate something because you Fear it has the power to destroy your life and interests (sometime/ anytime) even if the threat itself is not imminent.
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Neutralization of the threat (Of the Natural) required understanding of the source. Removal of the threat (Of the Living) required termination of the cause – very often, Killing.
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Only two independent emotions are powerful enough to instigate Murder – Hunger and Hatred: For Food, and out of Fear. Killing for food, an act out of physiological necessity. Killing out of Hatred, a psychological perversion.
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With the discovery of Fire and the invention of primitive Tools (& weapons) Man’s fear of Nature’s fury and Beasts rapidly disappeared. Now serious 'threat' seemingly existed only from one quarter- His own species.
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So Man embarked on a killing spree - a pre-emptive mission of termination, murdering his own kind by the thousands and millions, initially for reasons of Food, livestock, work-slaves, then for increasingly decadent reasons of Land, Gold, Women and then for abstract and illusionary reasons of Domination, Power and Ambition.
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Man’s sustenance of hatred toward his own kind required strong ‘Emotion’. Here Emotion becomes but a tool in hands of the Mind to delude his power of Reason.. Anything different from himself immediately becomes suspect. Any difference between Men was exploited into becoming a reason. Very often, the full effort of his intelligence was employed to track down these differences. Various reasons from skin color to geographic location to dissimilar practices provided motivation and raison d’etre.
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The greatest Fear was spawned by the greatest Threat– Death. Death : All powerful and Unconquerable. Invisible. The mind retaliates by inventing a creator for this Threat - God. (The invention of God did not follow Man’s wonderment of Nature, Life and Cosmos, but his low nagging, nauseous fear of Ageing and Death.) But here strangely Fear does not breed Hatred for the supposed author of Death (God). It does a 360. Fear breeds Love. An unreal Love. A delusional Pretence. Anything to get into His good books - Rituals, Offerings, Sacrifices. False Love, most readily. (Take the sting out of God – make him less Wrathful and Humans will Hate a fright causing God, Hate being Man’s inherent and genetic response to Fear-Instigators.)
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Unable to direct his Hatred towards an invisible author of his own creation who he supposes perpetrated his greatest cause of Fear, and forced to delude himself into ‘Love’ing Him, Man finds a new reason to resurrect and focus his natural propensity for Hatred: Religion. Religion now becomes the new difference between Men which creates the new threat and becomes the handy new murderous reason.
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More people have been killed in the name of God than any other.
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Anatomy of Hatred -2
Warriors Of God

THE.AFFAIRS.OF.MEN . In a shanty ruin among the smoky shadows of oil lamps; beneath flowing robes and greying beards, parched lips and steeled hearts, hatred bloomed a flower of thorns. * Poverty and religion - the hungry love for a narrow god. Men of wisdom and gift plotted ruin to brash capitalism, greed; death to infidels and an alien creed. * A stroke of devious genius to harness high technology, the science of the mind and pure evil to guide gleaming falcons into beaming beacons of freedom optimism and unbridled ambition * .

Work turned death heroes turned martyrs a hundred storeys with twisted tales of horror pain endurance suffering and a million dreams go up in smoke and debris * Witness the silhouettes against a now unfamiliar skyline; what was is not, what was thought became naught. * Like beggars we pick up shreds the remnants of our dignity our possession our pride and limp some in some out of the dark enveloping haze into a setting sun. * While behind us below us about us within us the cries of disbelief the moans of agony and the deafening sounds of silence.. * If u have not lost how do u dare to even fathom the pain, if yours is not taken how do u dare to perceive the loss * When the belief of one becomes the death of another as in all battles between men, at whom do we point a finger on whom do we drop the bomb. **