Showing posts with label Greed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Greed. Show all posts

Friday, March 23, 2012

77. The Last Crusades


The pope and the people
Rallied for more crusades.
Rulers left their lands.
Frederick, the Emperor.
Leopold, the Austrian.
Richard, the Lion Heart.
An insult caused a rift
Between the Austrian and Lion Heart.
The Lion Heart was captured.
Held for ransom.
The lion’s heart broke
Mourning the loss of a friend turned enemy.
“I would sell London,”
He whispered in his shackles,
“If I could find a suitable purchaser.”
The Emperor drowned
Harassing the Roman son.
The cause that the urban on preached
Was lost.
Many people died.
Some at the hands of Christian men
Who did the unspeakable in the name of God.
God wasn’t directing those men.
Greed, pride and prejudice were their leaders.
No one was safe.
Jew and Turk alike were killed.
It was alright as long as they said their prayers and go to church
Anointing themselves in Christ’s waters.
The priests protested.
True believers of the cause tried to do right.
It was no use.
God was no longer on their side.
As knights stole relics from Constantine’s city
“Never,” they said,
“Was so great an enterprise.”
They came because God told them to.
They stayed to get rich.
They crossed themselves with one hand
Pocketing gold with the other
“So everything from common houses to the Church of God.”
“Were filled with men of the enemy.”
“This is an affront to God,”
The pope shouted.
Then he whispered behind his back,
“See if they can wrap it with a nice bow.”
Many still believed in the righteousness of the cause.
Remember the good people who believed in the cause.
Remember the ones who did it for God.
Not for greed.
Still fighting erupted in other places.
Spain reconquered Iberia.
Children tried for the Holy Land
But were captured by pirates.
Danes tried to cleanse their neighbors
Of “heathen” people.
God may not have given them the kingdom
But he did give them something else.
In the end the inner pilgrimage became important.
Remember the lessons learned here.
Otherwise old wounds be opened.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

41. The Journey Home


After that famous siege of Troy
The crafty king left for home.
He forgot one special thing
To offer up to the mighty sea king.
It was he that helped the Akhaians win.
It was he that brought the horse inside the Trojan gates.
He could have held his special serpent friends
So it’s only right.
But Odysseus was quick to forget
And Poseidon’s storms set him out to distant lands
Where his party dwindled until
He was the only one to hang on.
The sea god’s one eyed son
Made a tasty meal of some.
Aeolus gave him a bag of winds
To guide him home for good
But Greed had opened it
And they were lost once again.
Some men fell under the spell of flowers.
Others an island witch.
They faced sea monsters and siren’s song
Forever battling the sea god’s mighty gale
Until finally, thanks to the gray eyed goddess,
He made it home
To only see strangers within his palace walls.
Disguising himself as an old beggar,
He revealed who he was in a competition.
Then scattered the men
Who dared to disturb his sacred bed.
Then, with his loving wife and son
He retired to his throne
Satisfied that his duty had been done.

Monday, February 13, 2012

38. The Minoans

Born of Mediterranean mists and waves
Were the Cretan men
As strong as Ocean herself.
They braved the seas
Building their empire of trade
Among landlocked barbarians.
Sailing across the world
To make peace with natives of distant lands
Trading their ceramic wares.
They grew powerful.
They grew wealthy.
Their great king was looked upon with envy
By those marble people.
Even the gods gave him gifts.
Poseidon’s was a special one
It came with special instructions
But the king in his hubris and greed
Took his gift too lightly
So the bullheaded man was born.
That monster was locked away
With the maze’s own creator.
On his journey to the land of marble people years later
The king’s son accepted a challenge
To hunt a fabled boar.
The king got mad when his boy never returned.
So he sent armies
Demanding maidens and young men as tribute.
For nine years
Minos was the scourge of Athens
For nine years
The many wives and fathers cried
When their precious sons and daughters
Were ripped from their side.
Then a man came
Just and true.
The hero prince Thesseus
Knew what he had to do.
He boarded the ship posing as a youth
Sailing to his heroic fate.
After the bullhead was slain he returned
Was made king
Because of his father’s accidental death
The people of Minos on the other hand
With the sea god’s help
Were replaced by the people of marble.