I decided I wanted to participate in the We Drink Monday poetry prompt because I thoroughly enjoy Khalil Gibran’s work.
This piece is a response to On Crime and Punishment and stands as a refutation of the admonishments in the piece. I would like to note that this is me trying out a “character”, an opposing voice to the ideas presented by Khalil Gibran. It’s a bit…bleh. Even so, I’d love to know what you think of it, good or bad.
Response to Khalil Gibran’s “On Crime and Punishment”
The spirits you see are but illusions, friend,
And there is only now, which you deny,
and the wrong committed
by the hands of all men
are but the order of Nature;
that the fit must survive and the weak must be eradicated,
Life castrated and ground to the dust
the pitiless men of war and ignobility will always
find themselves stepping upon.
Surely you jest o’er mere puddles;
the god-self is that of a wild fire, razing the earth,
enriching the soil that hardy things may grow
and flaccid things may die.
And as the serpent who crawls upon his belly speaks,
“Seek ye the knowledge of thy God,
that ye may know life and death;
that ye may understand the truths hidden from sight
by your Father.”
That in me which is still man
is but a fading mirage before the god-self,
the self before which even the sun must bow
and the earth must quake.
I speak of they who commit wrongs
unlike myself, who serves the good by undoing the foul;
and that righteousness and wickedness are but convenient confabulations
spilled from the mouths of those too uncertain of their strength,
and like the summer and the autumn,
who must relent to the forbidding of winter
that spring may find her power,
so we who know the good may conquer the wicked,
they who would see the world inherited by the meek and frail and,
thus, led into extinction in the wake of meaningless sentiments
and baying for the self-imposed suffering
they have faith will see them to paradise.
But you of such high virtue,
atop your horse more pale than shimmering white,
see that I do not judge the unfaithful accordingly;
and I would mind you, that the law of nature makes no distinction
and that, be you man or be you woman,
the will of the just be done,
not in heaven or hell,
but on the earth upon whose face men must tread.
What of temples? The foundations and structures
are naught but facsimiles given a false life
in the fading light of man’s hubris;
and even they must crumble before the mighty truth