Tuesday, August 21, 2012
From a CSL Letter to Malcolm, stuffed out by me
"Who killed Suburbia?"
"Pride" said Superbia.
"When is it really dead?"
"When charity has fled."
"Is there nothing they can do?"
"See that beggar walking through:
"If they will give a penny
"And he can buy a beer,
"They can go off to Heaven
"To the Enemy we fear."
We won't gaze on Superbia
Or devils any more
But the beggar in Suburbia
And his plight shall be our lore.
At eventide the Capital
The toil and noise he left
To find a spot in smaller towns
Where sleeping is no theft
Where friendly people give you food
Where calm the night, though bed be crude.
He got a ticket as a gift
And from his hour made some thrift
But once arrived he paid a tea
Sun being up but getting low
Wishing his toothache would let be
But dentists with him make it slow
Pining he loved still to see
Sunset's glow with each tree.
Came a girl, brown eyed, blonde
Brought some food for his cheer
Handsome was she and pretty
Winsome her ways and witty
The belle of any city
But lived in the town right here.
When o'er apple and cheese-bread
Beggar crossed himself, she said:
"How is a man who's begging
"And sleeps on stony bed
"Still can believe a fairy story
"Starting wars, many and gory?"
"Now, are you sure," beggar said
"Sleeping on stony bed
"Hurts the faith of monkish creed?
"And who was who started
"The wars indeed?"
"OK, the Irish have
"Been had badly" - "Yes they have."
"But how about just getting along?
"Doesn't warfare prove you wrong?"
"Now getting along is good indeed,
"Spoilt by ambition, spoilt by greed
"By resenting you spoil it
"You spoil it by hate
"By the giving and asking
"Of pardon too late,
"Betimes of law or creed the quarrel
"Living without won't end the war all,
"Commies try, look how they do
"Rail at crusaders for massacres done
"At Torquemada for forcing a creed
"And do it more than Catholics do
"For more than by sword died by gun
"By men who see men as weeds."
"I have to do my job
"As sure as I'm called Job."
The Janitor however took
A cup of tea ere he shook
Shoulder of the beggar sleeping.
"Guv'nor, no use to howl or of weeping
"But if you like a tear of tea
"With milk and sugar that can be."
Beggar truly did no weeping
Slowly waking up from sleeping.
"Now tea sounds good, it is a deal,
"I'll go when I have had this meal."
"No problem I have yet a quarter
"Of an hour before I really ought ter
"Be showing off to early leavers
"A porch without a stranger here."
"That is enough! But oh, what cheer:
"Not all the Janitors so far
"Have done so to me, only some.
"Enjoy the tea before you leave us.
"And oh, some biscuits from this jar ..."
He said because his wife had come
Precisely with the jar of biscuits.
"I know this ain't no beer and whiskey
"But in the morning this is better."
"Agreed." the beggar said and let her
Deal out the biscuits in his hand
The one that did not hold the cup.
"Now who killed Suburbia?"
Said Christ to Superbia.
"And is she really dead?"
"If charity had fled ..."
"But has it now? The beggar
"Is taking cheese and beer
"With bread after his kippers,
"Enjoying it with cheer."
"But what about the snubs
"The beggar had to bear?
"Yes what about them?
"If you accuse I hear.
"Now read your papers ..." - The devil looked
But all the ink was blotted out
Superbia then gave a shout:
"You don't mean it's forgiven??"
"The beggar's even shriven.
"Begone foul Satan, hold thy peace!"
Now Superbia had to cease
His accusations on the town
Which the beggar loved without a frown.
He fled to Hell, the Queen of Heaven
Said "thank you Son, that he is shriven."