hors de combat - Writers Forum

mammamaia · 08-05-2005, 12:12 PM

hors de combat

if I never wrote another word,
who’d care?
since nothing I say is ever heard
anywhere,
what difference would it make
for anyone’s sake?

if I never again tell what I’ve learned,
so what?
since all that I see is blindly spurned
as just “rot,”
why should I give a damn?
what d’you think I am...
a human version of
that snow-white dove,
despite the proof
it’s all a spoof
that never can
disarm man?

not me, brother!
let some other
idiot do it...
I’ll not spew it
any more
go on...make war!

[but, do earth a favor so it can savor your final theft...
and make sure none of our kind are left]

Psycho6058 · 08-05-2005, 12:17 PM

Here's something Lawrence Ferlinghetti (poet laurette of San Francisco and owner of City Lights Bookstore) wrote on the subject of war.

And a vast paranoia sweeps across the land
And America turns the attack on its Twin Towers
Into the beginning of the Third World War
The war with the Third World

And the terrorists in Washington
Are shipping out the young men
To the killing fields again

And no one speaks

And they are rousting out
All the ones with turbans
And they are flushing out
All the strange immigrants

And they are shipping all the young men
To the killing fields again

And no one speaks

And when they come to round up
All the great writers and poets and painters
The National Endowment of the Arts of Complacency
Will not speak

While all the young men
Will be killing all the young men
In the killing fields again

So now is the time for you to speak
All you lovers of liberty
All you lovers of the pursuit of happiness
All you lovers and sleepers
Deep in your private dream
Now is the time for you to speak
O silent majority
Before they come for you!

103_smalls · 08-05-2005, 12:19 PM

much enjoyed!!

, thanks for sharing!

mammamaia · 08-05-2005, 12:22 PM

and yet, nothing is changed, no matter how much we write and speak and cry...

it's been ever thus since man left his cave... i'm tired, wayne... and sick and tired of this hypocritical race that won't put its life where its mouth is... a few rare exceptions among the billions is less than a drop of antidote in a poisoned sea...

Burnz · 08-05-2005, 12:49 PM

Maia, how sad but true this is. makes me feel like all I believe and live in each day is for naught. why do I want to be a part of a society that cannot seperate itself from those they claim are evil, when they are mirroring those same actions.

Wyndstar · 08-05-2005, 01:05 PM

...And when I face my love
that silent country
who becomes my death
what will there be,
but the seeds my voice planted,
in fertile
soil.

The wake of my passing
stirs the clouds
pours the rain of my dreams
so from one grows the many
because I dared
to speak.

I know its tiring, like raising children who can't seem to understand because they're so egocentric, but it takes time for children, it will take time for mankind. A wake up call to puberty. And maybe after that happens, those that are left will have the words preached and the hope within them will be what leads them from the darkness.

mammamaia · 08-05-2005, 02:01 PM

don't hold your breath, wyndstar... it's just not gonna happen

... imo, hope is just a four-letter word used to ignore the obvious, by those who can't accept reality

...

isn't it odd that my one poem posted here in its own thread seems to be attracting a 'gathering' of others'?... is it a virus, or what?

love and hugs, m