Someone told me a lot of my poems are preachy. So? Am I supposed to apologize for that?
If a Nazi pope who protects rapists with one hand while robbing the poor with the other can be preachy, and I have to accept his vile existence, I think it earns me a right to be preachy too.
If a rabbi who puts himself as leader of man by birth or even just buying the right kind of hat ,promotes racism , hatred and ignorance expects me to pay for his prayers, and I refrain from kicking him out of the temple as dear old Jesus would have done, telling him he is nothing but a sad joke and an insult to religions worldwide, I think it earns me a right to be preachy too.
If a senator preaches old strict traditional family values while his member of parliament being sucked by his young male assistant and he is not burnt on the stake by his voters, I think that earns me the right to be preachy too.
If businessmen and scholars preach for a free market, when it is them who expect to get things for free from me and you, and I don’t spit in their suited serpent faces, I think that earns me the right to be preachy.
I promise I would stop "preaching" . really. The minute I find somebody else who will do it, someone you would actually listen to, I would stop. Until then I just have to keep on trying. Maybe someone will hear. Maybe even listen.
For every false messiah out there I will publish one more book as counteraction. For every hypocrite who preaches but never practices, I will write one more poem. For every promotion and every sale that distances you from your real wants and needs, I will add another verse. For every businessman who in his sickening greed steps on us just to add some more zeros to his bank account, I will draw my pen and sharpen another rhyme.
For every person who refuses to see, refuses to let go of the illusion that is injected into his veins by the media, the society, the "market", I will poke you with a witty word, a violent vowl, a poem, words. My words.