Free-Range Fiction Continues 3-11-22
Note: I will return to the Tudor Mountain Lounge next week. I was asked to do a poem based on the state of the world. Ukraine is very much on my mind. I find it particularly synchronistic as I am researching patriarchal lineage that goes back to these areas of conflict. But I’ll let the poem do the talking.
Once more a madman has the world by the throat
Once more we try to stop death with words
And once more the madman continues to gloat
Stomping out more lives and others made absurd
Our planet has been here before, and yet again
A genoicide is broadcast in our living room
Whilst those who want truth to Rain
Are shut down, prison sentences loom
Those of us with hearts rooted in peace
Cry out for those whose voices lie in rubble
But Meta Capitalists take blood money with increase
To create a megaphone for propaganda redouble
What to do, what to do? The leaders hands wring
Meanwhile the attacked nation’s leader stands true
Tells what his people, his country shall cling
I need ammunition, not a ride; a backup crew
But nukes, but nukes! The true fear arrives due course
Suddenly A Cold War Generation Ex-cuses afford
New peacekeeping missions already outsourced
Yet those blue beret missions fully ignored
So we wait. We watch. We dig our nails in prayerful hands
For once more, once more, we’re on the brink
Of losing it all to one madman’s command
The end result too horrendous to think
So while we paint icons of blue and yellow
A record of what side of history we reside
A hospital’s crumbling ruin hosts babies bellows
And yet we hold the words our cowardice hides
Powerful. Thanks.
Wow! Thought provoking.