Wayward Children, Despicable Youths by Kristof von Kanwetzburg
Wayward children, despicable youths,
scared of your own shadows!
From your own reflections you flinch,
from every last bit of nostalgia you manage to escape
like smoke up the chimney,
afraid of getting burned by the red-hot embers of Truth below;
your souls are too vaporous,
too weak to handle the fire.
So you follow the easy trail of lies
to the beat of the drum and tambourine you march,
to inferior words written on palimpsest parchments,
to temporarily quench your thirst for a better memory,
a surrender to Tradition;
So you seek your “artifacts” your phony relics
scattered along the dis-orient cobblestone path of masonic deceit,
of “Egyptian” bunk and “Hindu” poppycock,
“Arab” humbug and “Chinese” junk –
Suez Canal Company flotsam and East India Company jetsam –
Illusions all, the umbilical cord of Zion,
intended to distract the Higher Man from the truth of his Polar origin,
to keep us from our origin, dignity…peace
Wayward children, despicable youths –
how easily you’re led astray.