Our Father Prayer: A Poem

“This, then, is how you should pray: “Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come,

your will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven.“, Bible, Matthew 6:9

 

Our Father Prayer

Our hollow Father who is in the holy hypermarkets

Who is in the sacred banks

Who is in the sanctified arm factories

Who is in the heavenly presidential palaces

Who is in the saintly police stations

Who is in the messianic departments of defense

Who is in the divine stock markets

Who is in the faithful heart of every single riot police, field marshal, intelligence chief, national guard cardinal, Rabi, and Ayatollah.

McDonald is your name

Coca Cola is your name

Goldman Sachs is your name

Morgan Stanley is your name

Lockheed Martin is your name

Raytheon is your name

Starbucks is your name

BP is your name

G20 is your name

WTO is your name

WCO is your name

WHP is your name

WFG is your name

IMF is your name

IMI is your name

IAI is your name

IWI is your name

Enhanced interrogation techniques is your name

Simulated drowning is your name

Solitary confinement is your name

Sleep deprivation is your name

Human branding is your name

Kneecapping is your name

Keelhauling is your name

Scaphism is your name

Nail extraction is your name

Hypothermia is your name

Strappado is your name

American controlled fear is your name

Chinese water torture is your name

Iranian reverse hanging is your name

Our loving Father

CIA is his Archangel

NSA is his Archangel

MI6 is his Archangel

RGC is his Archangel

ISI is his Archangel

DCRI is his Archangel

BND is his Archangel

MOIS is his Archangel

Mossad is his Archangel

Shin Bet is his Archangel

Aman is his Archangel

AISI is his Archangel

AISE is his Archangel

And his kingdom comes

For the lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command,

With the voice and eyes and ears of his archangels,

With the sound of the trumpet of God,

With two hundred tons of napalm,

With sixteen hundred tons of white phosphorous

With four hundred tons of dens inert metal explosives

With eleven thousand air strikes in a week

With two hundred thousand gallons of Sarin gas

With seven thousand hypersonic missiles

With nine thousand flechette shells

With fifteen hundred deadly drones

His kingdom comes

And the dead will rise

 And his will be done

In Gaza as it was In Vietnam

In Afghanistan as it was In Chile

In Iraq as it was In Yugoslavia

The dead will rise

and pours out his blood into the sky

Here is your lamb at your feet.

This is my blood, which confirms the covenant between hellfire missile and human body, drink it.

It is poured out as a sacrifice to forget the sins of many.

This is my body which is given for you, it is dismembered as a background to support your peace speeches, eat it.

For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink.

Our deadly Father

seated on an empyreal throne

Surrounded by his Arch agents

Sends us ISIS

Sends us Al Qaeda

Sends us Buku Haram

Sends Al Shabab

And blesses us all with holy war on terror.

O’Father

Give us porn to feed our cocks

Gives us veil to disappear our women

Give us Fox News to keep our faith

Let us see the JLO’s ass

Lets us vote for our favorite butchers

Let us march through the streets for May day

Let us wear a Marxist t-shirt and drink 40$ cup of coffee in Broadway and dream of revolution

Let us stop the war from our living rooms through facebook while we’re watching Pornhub

Let us give flowers to cops while they’re reloading their M4s

Let us know you are deeply concerned by genocide in South Sudan so you send George Clooney to fix everything.

And you are deeply concerned by Michael Brown murdered by police so you send National Guard with tanks to give them your condolences.

And you are deeply concerned by civilians killed in Gaza so you ask them to dodge the bombs.

And you are deeply concerned by Human Rights violation in Europe so you rape 16 prisoner in Kahrizak to teach them manners.

And you are deeply concerned by cracking down the Green Movement in Iran so you caress the Wall Street occupiers with pepper spray.

And you are deeply concerned by hunger in India so you waste 133 billion pounds of food each year

And you are deeply concerned by  Taliban’s brutality in Afghanistan so you send your drones there and leave behind 2400 civilians dead

 And the dead will rise

and pours out his blood into the sky

Here is your lamb at your feet.

This is my blood, drink it.

This is my body, eat it.

For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink.

 My name is Suana

And I fear

I walk in Tehran and I fear for I am a woman

I walk in Berlin and I fear for I am a black head

I walk in Gaza and I fear for I am an Arab

I walk in Rome and I fear for I am an Anarchist

I walk in Kobane and I fear for I am a Kurd

I walk in Kabul and I fear for I am a human

I walk in New York and I fear for I am nothing

O’ Father

I should have killed you when I had a chance

I should have killed you in Paris Commune 1871

I should have killed you in Moscow October 1971

I should have killed you in Spain 1936

I should have killed you in Reggio Emilia 1945

I should have killed you in Paris 1968

I should have killed you in Turin Hot Autumn 1969

I should have killed you in Tehran 1979

I should have killed you in Cape Town 1994

I should have killed you in Seattle 1999

I should have killed you in Tunis 2010

I should have killed you in Cairo 2011

And I should kill you in Syria

And I should kill you in Iraq

And I should kill you right now

O Father,

Your scary blue hands block our way

And you pick up our haggard hurt lives from the branches of your garden

one by one ten by ten thousand by thousand

Oh those yellow petals and red flowers of men

And I saw death, an un-bloomed blossom, and I picked it from the sky of regret.

And I saw the sun, the happiness of thousand deranged scallops, and I kissed it from the farthest horizons

Oh fairies of forest, fairies of moon

Fairies asleep on no trees of no Hindu temples of no continent

The shivering crystal of times of the past grows there

By the Armando river

Where everyone who had a love lost it

And I drink the sky still like a desire for morning scent in early childhood

And I swim love always like a dripping wet blade among the Emily Dickenson’s horses which fall forever.

Fairies of earth, fairies of water

There shine all the sorrows of my people

There, by the Aral sea

Wind has taken my dreams

Winter has heard my wishes

My name is Suana

I pray and I fear.

I pray and I fear.

I pray and I fear.

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4 thoughts on “Our Father Prayer: A Poem

  1. obviously like your web site however you need to check the
    spelling on quite a few of your posts. Several of them are rife with
    spelling problems and I to find it very bothersome to tell the reality on the other
    hand I will certainly come back again.

    • Thank you so much for being honest and helping me improve my work. In this specific post, though, some of the misspelling are intentional and part of the poetry. e.g. “our hollow father…”. But the rest of misspellings in this and the other posts are my bad and I will correct them. Thanks again

  2. Hi!
    Just saw this poem as part of Jenny Holzer’s video installation at Bispetorv. Very powerful work, however there a slight issue with the line referring to, if I’m not mistaken, the October Revolution – “I should have killed you in Moscow October 1971”. Maybe I’m missing a reference and it’s intentional (I apologize if so), but it contains both a typo (1971 instead of 1917), and a mistake – the event took place in St. Petersburg (called Petrograd at the time). The capital status only reverted back to Moscow in 1918.

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