“Fact And Spin” [war series]
We people can’t give up our spin –
That tight cocoon our thoughts stay in;
Day in, day out, we live our lives
From points of view which are just lies –We ask ourselves self-righteously,
The young? Blind to reality;
The old? Worn-out, now over hill –
“What could they know? Old thought is swill.I read of one guy – wrote a blog
To find like minds, here in the fog,
So when it all comes tumbling down
They can rebuild the best around.I thought him wise one way – but one,
Accepting road ahead’s not fun;
Perhaps he’s right, but this I’d say –
Peace-making always is the way –The best survives – this glitz is trash
All gussied up – but this I ask –
Where will this be when ice we are,
Still twirling ’round our nearby star?For what is life’s reality?
A scrap that runs perpetually?
We call “them” pigs, then blow them up;
Then join them when we’ve had enough.Each year Remembrance Day rolls ’round;
At shooting end of guns we’re found;
“How sad”; “How brave”; “Their lives they gave” –
Oh no – in game of war they’re pawns.We ask the Chaplains, “Bless our boys”,
And hold their hands, for wounds make noise
Which frightens folks – then boys stay home,
Lest war for them means, “Future’s blown”.And us? We lived between the wars;
Had benefits, though still want more;
Can’t see the things which make for peace,
So where are we when living’s ceased?Some folks will turn back to the Book
Of Life – the one which we’ve forsook
For wealth, relief to itchy ears –
Some soothing words, avoiding tears.A crutch for times of stress and pain
It is, of course, but still remains
A recipe for life, not death;
But we want wealth, despite the mess –“Machines, from which all blessings flow;
Machines enable life below;
Machines in space, beyond the stars;
Machines have brought us here, thus far”.Thanks Lord for this.
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