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| "Fighting in the Streets" (Art of Manliness) |
Is it plausible that man kind could do
Such a thing as revel in a slew
Of accusatory actions, that will lead
Into a horrible Greek tragedy?
Everywhere there seems to be plight
Devastation in the air, bombs take
flight
Shaking the very foundation we stand
Upon a deserted company of land.
What qualms could there be
To break that breaking point
Where weapons are the key
And considered a solution of might.
They claim it is for their God
But what kind of God could it be
If it doesn't protect its own people
From utter annihilation across the sea.
Like a wolf pack we charge
Into a battle that isn't ours
To unite a people who don't want to be
Anything like you and me.
Cries of peace are yelled loudly
But only whispers are heard
For when the wolves go howling
Only bloodshed is spread.
The tragedy doesn't lie in those
mountains
It wanders closer to the heart
Of every mortal man and woman.
Only when we come to realize
That there is nothing to gain from this
Will we be able to instill peace.
For we live in a world unlike any other
Where troubles and hard times quiver
In every second of the day
Like an advertisement of display.
Nobody knows for sure how it works
Just that it ignites like fireworks
In a brilliant display of our true
colors
As we hide underneath the falsity of
covers.
Is it plausible that mankind could do
Without the possibility of a slew?
Question: "How would you stop all the reckless fighting?"
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a lot of confusion in the world... greed doesn't help... and some things never seem to change
ReplyDeleteI think the sooner people come to realize that their lives are their own, that they can do whatever they want to do, and as long as the action is positive, then there will be a light at the end of the rainbow.
DeleteThe use of the wolf is so effective.
ReplyDeleteThis portion resonated for me:
"Like a wolf pack we charge
Into a battle that isn't ours
To unite a people who don't want to be
Anything like you and me."
The entirety is directly and poetically stated...well done.
I was trying to reveal my standpoint on war, but at the same time keep this open to the general idea that violence doesn't solve anything. There has been quite a bit of violent things happening this year.
DeleteI read your poem three or four times, I think my favorite part is this:
ReplyDeleteThe tragedy doesn't lie in those mountains
It wanders closer to the heart
Of every mortal man and woman.
I think we're past the time war was something countries prepared armies for, and we shouldn't forget even armies are formed with human beings.
Wars don't start in battlefields. War moves among us, it starts early to hang out with our friends, we (as in we the people) are told the mistakes from the past (and the recent present) so we can think of better ways to wage war against one another.
I've just remembered of a scene in Inglorious Basterds I like very much, I'm assuming you watched it and you'll know what I'm talking about, it's that one with Hitler and his comrades in the movies. Do you remember him bursting out laughing at all the deaths in the big screen? I've always had the feeling Tarantino put it there to mean Hitler was laughing about makind - about people who laugh at the sight of brutal deaths, people who revel in blood and gratuitous violence from their comfortable spots.
Peace should be a school subject as important as math is. Peace education is the only way out of war as I see it.
Great poem, Kenn.
xoxo
I feel like war isn't something that is started anymore, but more of a concept that we use to put an image on something we don't agree with. Just because two different sides bicker, that doesn't mean it is a war. Know what I mean? I really get tired of watching the news in the morning and seeing that there is violence. I wish there was more good news rather than bad news.
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ReplyDeletePS.: it also reminded me of the Lord of Flies and the fact that, under given circumstances, some of us wouldn't think twice before killing others.
ReplyDeleteWhen we stop forcing our will on others, perhaps peace will come. So much to consider in this piece. Great work!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :)
DeleteQuite the conversation we could have… Your poem has some beautiful lines and obviously this one can be used for both sides
ReplyDelete"Where weapons are the key
And considered a solution of might."
Some of the lines that come before and after help depict these two, but thank you so much for the comment Margaret. :)
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Like a wolf pack we charge
ReplyDeleteInto a battle that isn't ours
To unite a people who don't want to be
Anything like you and me.
This really sums it up for me. Yet it does say something of social conscience that we try to help those in war zones, even to the point of death.
Thank you for sharing these thoughts in The Imaginary Garden.
Yes it is so true. I mean I like that our country tries to help other people besides our own, but not when our own country is having more problems than who we are helping.
DeleteThank you so much for the comment, and I was happy to share this in The Imaginary Garden. :)
This is truly so much to ponder.. your words are strong and desperate.. we need to find it in our hearts..so close to my own sentiment... and trust is so important but also so dangerous.. I think you approach the truth closest in the three lines
ReplyDeleteThe tragedy doesn't lie in those mountains
It wanders closer to the heart
Of every mortal man and woman.
yes this is inclusive and not condemning. It means we need to help instead of putting down demands. Of listening and have patience.. of giving trust rather than demanding respect... there is so much to say.. but this is important enough to start a movement around.
Thank you Bjorn for the wonderful comment, but I don't think I would like to start a revolution based off from this poem (lol). :)
DeleteOh, that change will come.
ReplyDeleteSome day when people aren't so scrupulous. Hopefully.
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