(A Reactionary Piece)
Forgive me, but all I see are justifications
When we can't explain certain happenings
Or if we become so devastated by something
We find reasons that could rationalize it.
"It must be the anti-Christ, the end is near!"
Excuse me but, are you saying that all is preordained?
That salvation is only for the soul of the afterlife?
If that is so, is it all God's will?
Do you mean to tell me, it's gonna happen anyway?
No matter the struggle, no matter the perseverance,
Of mankind towards peace and reconciliation?
If that is the case, should we stop trying?
And let humanity rot, join the crowd and
Just wait for the enivitable - the end of it all?
This world is cruel, that is a given.
War torn with succession of tyrants and oppressed
Of heroes and of bloodshed spilled on lands
For freedom, for power, for faith, for love, for life.
Our history, is still being written by memory
By deeds, by speeches and press releases
Truth? Will always be relative to each who owns it.
Who's to be congratulated? Who is to blame?
My opinion, already written in this poem...
Cock Of The Game
Bullets fly, like blind hummingbirds
Impaling everything in their way.
Sunshine occulted by clouds of smoke
Lungs suffocated by the aroma of blood and gunpowder
Crimson cocktails of fluid and muddy earth
Bathing bodies void of life.
The once peaceful village
Raped by warring sides
Collateral damage in the games of chess
Played by those moronic cocks of the walk
Who puffs themselves up on podiums
Where they squawk like unintelligible Gods
When behind closed doors, they shake hands with the gaffers
Then sold them the same arms that choke their very own flocks.
My heart aches for the innocents
Caught in the crossfire for the sake of bloated balls
For the life they might have led
For the others they could have met
For the generation they could have influenced
For the difference they could have made
Now wasted, sacrificed in the name of greed and the title - Cock of the game.
It has always been survival of the fittest
We may have paved the virgin forest
We may have build skycrapers in its stead
But we never ceased to be the savages
Despite being dressed to the nines
We all still fight for existance, fearing Death
Gambling, playing all-in in a game that we call life...
Death, Life and the Gamblers
Death would come to us all
How? When? Where?
No one really knows.
By the sickbed
By the road
Thru an accident
Or murder by foe
We could sleep tonight
And never wake up
We could be just sitting
And be bombed along with others
Because we fear it
It becomes an object of threat
A means to an end?
An act of aggression?
When will it stop to be a debt
By one hand, by one group
How many times will it be
A tool to achieve a cause
Or when is a cause worthy
To cause a life of a mother
A father, a child, a pickpocket
A beggar, a priest, or a criminal?
When will life ceased to be commodity
Used to barter to gain one great cause supposedly?
When one has the power yet have a dark intent
When one believes that everything else is unimportant
When an injustice becomes justifiable
Then I would fear them above Death
For the likes of them
Knows no mercy and possess a manic mind
That is beyond any counseling
Like a gambler so invested in the game on the table
They would play all in and if it isn't enough,
They would waste away bodyparts
Not their own, but that of their love ones.
Death, life and a gambler
Those three shouldn't meet and greet.
Look at this world we're living in?
There is no need to give reasons
Answers were written long before we were born
We all have to die...
As long as there is two sides to a coin. We people will always choose...
As long as there is loyalty, there will always be a war...
Conflict will always be present one after another...
Violence will never cease to exist, for it's our primal instinct...
The sun does not always shine, we do not always have a reason to smile, people have desires and therefore would feel greedy and possessive at times.
Dalai Lama once said that peace in the outer world can never be obtained unless we make peace with ourselves.
But how could that be? Is acceptance enough, does compliance means it is alright? Should we suppress courage and give up the freedom of expression?
To be deaf, mute and blind and be happy for everything, do you think it is possible?
I think not!
When two conflicting sides reached a compromise and abide by it, does it mean peace?
But is that compromise encompasses the desires and will of everyone?
Peace is not a state of just one. It's a nation of everyone. At peace with one self is not peace - it's resignation.
But we keep hoping.
Jhon Lennon sings about it with all his heart...
... imagine all the people living life in peace, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us and the world will be as one.
And then he died.
Rest in peace, brother John, we would join you and the others someday soon, wait for us.
For we all hope for peace, and we all will receive the gift when our mortal soul finally lay on it's resting place.
For now... strive!