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    dots Submission Name: PC Preacherdots
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    Author: comradenessie
    Elite Ratio:    6.5 - 626/539/110
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    Dread-locked dealers
    sell drugs in the city streets
    and teenage girls
    fresh out of school
    push prams
    into a future of no hope.

    Once cars were overturned,
    shop-windows smashed
    and locals fought running
    battles after police raided
    the Black and White Café
    and television cameras filmed
    the famed 1980s St Paul’s riot.

    Decades on and the poverty
    that fuelled such anger
    still exists. A computer
    disciple in a black woolly hat
    and orange hoodie sits
    in an education centre
    as in a brimstone church.

    His eyes watch a screen
    - a bible’s pages turned
    to Matthew VIII.
    He knows no spoon
    is long enough to fit
    down the devil’s throat.

    He believes no one but God,
    not even doctors,
    can cure the druggies.
    Without the Lord’s flickering light
    they cannot change their ways.

    An American Evangelist’s
    impassioned voice,
    offering religious opium,
    seductive as a snake in Eden,
    appeals to him.
    The man takes notes.
    Every now and again he nods,
    says ‘that’s right’.

    Addicted to the word,
    he listens as the preacher promises
    ‘you shall go forth and I will
    give you the inner cities
    and there will be
    a revival all over the world.’




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      Religion is subscribed to by most of the world in one way or another. Sad to say what is often practiced by religion is different from what is preached. ie- war...we want peace but by god we're going to subdue the enemy with guns until they see the value of the peace we're forcing upon them modern day inquisitions

    it would be good if all religions were like a sedative to bring people a calmness but you mention religion... ie Ireland Catholics and Prodestants and you have a conflict on your hands yet both are Christian

    Christ said those who live by the sword die by the sword meaning if thats the way of life they take up then that will be the most likely cause of their death

    and in Isaiah 2 where it says beat swords into plowshares not beat swords into M-16's and AK-74's

    the best sermon is a good example period, i like religion, but not when its violent

    dax
    | Posted on 2006-03-30 00:00:00 | by dax | [ Reply to This ]
      comrade,

    What i like most about this is that you have painted a portrait. Visually I can't help feeling the images play through a long camera shot craning over a suburban area, jibbing down through a building and coming to rest over a shoulder. Very fly on the wall.

    Reallty this isn't about the situation, religion but only about the man himself. Seemingly though you appear not to passing judgement, until subtly you push the irony button:

    "Addicted to the word"

    and the following call to arms is eerily akin to the market intent of a drug lord.

    Religion - the opiate of the masses.

    Cool.

    Abzy
    | Posted on 2006-03-15 00:00:00 | by Abzy | [ Reply to This ]
      I often wonder what your true feelings toward religion must be; at times they appear sympathetic (as in your prevous four-part piece mingling modern chaos and a sad Jesus), and then there are those moments in a write such as this when slick preachers appear to feed opiates to their followers in a manner sly as 'a snake in Eden.' Frankly, I believe you respect religion/Christianity more when it becomes a gospel of action that can pluck the addict and the unwed mother from the streets and offer them hope; which means this may be less an endorsement and more a criticism of the church in general. If 'PC' means politically correct, then the evangelist you describe in this write would seem almost a joke compared to a man who lived in the very neighborhood and dealt with the populace face to face. He would be no more than an inspiration, the foot soldier would be the hero. Some interesting food for thought, comrade. Take care of yourself. Bill.
    | Posted on 2006-03-14 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]
      this poem is magicly written it moves as if of its on accord i read it and i re-read it and it flows thru me i dont think i will ever get tired of reading this poem very well done
    | Posted on 2006-03-14 00:00:00 | by Amanda Lynn | [ Reply to This ]
      Very well done! I enjoyed this piece immensely. I hate it when people don't give poety like this a chance. This is the material that shows how easily mislead society is. Your descriptions of the dreadlocked men, and druggies, and young women, all show a darker, "less appealing" side of our culture. Often, I think people ignore the call for social reforms, or even walk away from a person that needs their help. I walked past a man just a couple of days ago, a "junkie" as society had unfairly labeled him. What I call him is addicted. He can't help that his body has shut him out to everything else but his drug of choice. I chose to help that man up off that street corner, and show him the way to a hospital ER. At least he might get a chance for detox. We forget about those who need us the most. Thank you for sharing this write. It was beautiful.
    ~Clover
    | Posted on 2006-03-14 00:00:00 | by clovernfoxglove | [ Reply to This ]
      Nicely done. I can see where Selina gets her talent and her social awareness (as if I didn't already know LOL)

    You've used a lot of specifics here to create solid images. The first stanza is perfect.
    Dread-locked dealers
    sell drugs in the city streets
    and teenage girls
    fresh out of school
    push prams
    into a future of no hope.

    Everyone knows what a drug dealer is, but it's the word "dread-locked" that makes the image real. I love specifics like that.

    The message in this is almost a compliment to my "Faith at the Door". My person heard what she wanted to and found comfort in it, so she could pretty much detach from the world's problems. Your person here, also hears what he wants, but it seems that it's about to stir him to action. Where her faith affected her life, his is about to affect a lot of people.

    I really like the way you've exposed a couple of things coming together motivating this guy's actions. First he comes into the scene with his own ideas and biases:

    He believes no one but God,
    not even doctors,
    can cure the druggies.
    Without the Lord’s flickering light
    they cannot change their ways.


    Here we have his preconcieved belief. The problem isn't really the addiction or even poverty, despair, boredom or anything else. Like the girl at my door, he believes that the problem is that they haven't found God. If they had a proper relationship with Christ, thier lives would be OK.

    The TV preacher thinks along the same lines, so they connect:

    The man takes notes.
    Every now and again he nods,
    says ‘that’s right’.


    Now he's exposed to a bit of new thinking:

    Addicted to the word,
    he listens as the preacher promises
    ‘you shall go forth and I will
    give you the inner cities
    and there will be
    a revival all over the world.’


    There's his new motivation. The two things have come together into a motivation for change. A zealous belief that everyone needs God coupled with a random 2000 year old quote is coming together to create change. What's left to guesswork is what form that change will take. It might be positive, but it could be violent instead.

    The more I read this and ponder it, the more I like it. I had better get some work done, before I fall in love with the thing. LOL



    Steve
    | Posted on 2006-03-14 00:00:00 | by Lost Sheep | [ Reply to This ]


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