The Anti-Prophet

When love beckons,
I will not get up to follow.
When love beckons,
I will not move a muscle.
I will stay right here with its opposite,
which is indifference.
I will stay right here with its opposite,
which is inertia,
I will scorn the wisdom of quietness
and stay right here in the void
which is silence.
When love comes knocking
I will say,
“I do not know you”
and slam the door.
My children shall be conceived in fear,
and in fear they shall be moulded
to worship the one god,
which is money,
and his one son,
which is empty fame.
And so when love beckons,
they will not even throw their change
in love’s face.

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