“Nappy”
One month it is ’till Waterloo – Napoleon et al.
When he got whupped by bigger guys, which brought about his fall;
Two hundred years have passed since then, few people know his name,
Which gives me pause, as we grow old, for us it’s much the same.Few people know my mom and dad, and fewer yet their folks;
We fade so fast as years go by it gets to be a joke;
When we leave town there will be five connected for a while,
When they are gone we’ll come back once to visit and to smile.For memory, which fades so fast, in end is what is left
Of all the daring-do past years engaged – our very best;
Like men who fought at Waterloo, when my age, older still,
No doubt, said, “I remember when Napoleon would fill –“Our hearts with courage, drew us on to meet the Britts that day;
I lost my buddy in that dust, his face won’t fade away”;
But we don’t know who such men were who died or lived to tell
Of marching with Napoleon that day of living hell.The victors wrote the history – what it was all about –
Omitting parts like, “We are Kings – put peasants to the route!
Protect our status, privilege, don’t let this first reform,
Get out of France and wreck things up for us, become the norm.“We’ll paint ’em black, and get our guys to see the demons there,
So they can kill reformist thought (such freedom’s in the air);
For we are best, top of the pole, like Wellington on high;
We’ll write our books of memories – perpetuate such lies.”The other day, she called me “dear”, my God! It has begun!
The shift from man to animal by middle-aged and young;
They say we cannot kill our folk, first they must shift to “things”,
Like “fetus”, and “the elderly” – then “flush” is sound that brings.We demonize the enemy – no “fraternizing” there;
Dismiss the old and crippled ones; insane put into “care”;
God, help us to reform our ways, and bring Your day so fair,
When we, as one, with Kingdom come, will breathe celestial air.Thanks Lord for this.
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