Thou Shalt Not Steal Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Thou shalt not steal the Parthenon Marbles, Elgin.
Caryatides are furious, will chase you like the Furies
will disturb the sleep of your government. As award
you lost your property, buried in France as unknown.

Thou shalt not steal the Mosaics of Kanakarias, Attila*.
All rivers cannot wash out the hand of a murderer.
The saints await calm the impartial judge to fix
the smile of justice with small stones on their lips.

Thomson of Sunderland or what’s your vain name,
steal not glory by craving your name with huge letters
on the Pillar of Alexandria to share forever glory with it.

Thou shalt not steal the treasure of ancient Cyprus, **
Cesnola, Hercules raises his hand to break the windows,
to let the bees enter the museum and attack the guards
and take away the skull of Onesillos and the honey in it.

Thou shalt not steal, robber of today, with electronic plots
you legislator do not tolerate this, you judge hit this dark.
You weak flesh, do not fall asleep when vultures fly over,
else they'll tear to pieces the corpus of democracy.

Thou shalt not steal; time marks you as one without esteem.
Your degeneracy is just the result of your inhuman acts.



© JosephJosephides