Ingrid Saber Poems

A Safe Distance, Please
Corrupt and contagious, a man filled your mind
With god myths that snare folks already inclined.
From pulpits he wormed his way into your head,
Excreting those parasites all preachers spread.
Demanded on TV, "Distrust you own sense,"
While polished and primped and you bore the expense.
He tempted your toddlers - with you as his host!
"By age six or seven we'll have them," he’d boast.
With every encounter was something else lost
That now, almost senseless, you notice no cost.
Your dignity's gone. Conversation's inane,
"Religion!" your neighbors are known to complain.
We struggled to steer you - to help you think straight,
But reason eludes, and it's been a long wait.
So, sadly, we ask "Keep a safe distance, please.
Restrain yourself. Stop spreading church-born disease.”
January 10, 2007

May It Comfort You
When they exposed their noose and knife
And swore to take a black man's life,
I felt you shudder in the dark
And feared you'd perish in the strife:

Why does the Negro's presence make
So many do a double-take?
What foments muddied minds to mob
And all that's decent to forsake?

Two boards arranged to recreate
The burning cross that preaches hate
For niggers, darkies, coons and such?
We know to this they gravitate.

If only there'd been honest light
To help them see the savage sight
That darkness and thick smoke concealed,
They'd shield you from this racist blight.

But no light--just insanity"!
Devoid of all humanity,
They exercised a cruel streak
To nurse a baseless vanity.

And even as with peace they flirt,
Their young these bigots still pervert.
The past proves mobs to decent folk
Just temporarily revert.

So I won't let a lull obscure
The fact that you are not secure.
It's just a teasing time that tricks.
A respite nothing does assure.

Instead I'll use the quietude,
While calm pervades this multitude,
To introduce a torch designed
To melt their icy attitude,

To captivate and redirect
Their passion and their intellect,
To shine upon your dignity
And thus inspire their respect.

And, may it comfort you to know,
Support exists, and it will grow.
The goal's for you to see the end
Of prejudicial light, my friend.
April 21, 2003

For Shameful Ages
For shameful ages, Bible - Koran - thumpers have been enforcing cults whose schemers:

1. Concocted the misogynistic myth of "original sin" to subjugate women;
2. Created the self-serving tag "God's chosen people" as a basis for claiming real estate;
3. Composed a crucifiction saga to reap payments on a fictitious dept of gratitude; and
4. Contrived a so-called after-life system of bizarre rewards and punishments to increase the chance of martyrdom for their sham.

Locally these holy-book bangers still are poisoning our children with their recent Pledge of Allegiance additive "under God," and they have worn thin the patience of rational adults whod must handle paper currency newly-soiled with their motto "In God We Trust". Worldwide, these jewish, christian and muslim militants still desire to, and still do, kill and otherwise destroy those who will not obey them. What to do?

Perhaps the time is right for the rest of us - while we're still extant and numerous enough - to relocate these dangerous supernaturalists to a vacant, isolated planet where they can proselytize each other to pieces.
August 2006

Revised 1/29/2008

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