Peace in the Madness
I hear them first. Their roar peeks
my interest and my eyes are redirected to the murky skies. I look at them with
a casual spirit relieved it is only a passing passenger jet. It is not so in
foreign countries diverse where fiery fury is rained down from above. I hear
one or two more as I pen this very sentence. There are no bombs falling from
the sky on the streets of America.
Meanwhile in the shadowy corners of the hood a police officer guns down some
victim on a daily basis. I hear another roar and speculate that this jet is
flying at lower altitude base upon the volume of the annoyance. It is however
only a momentary bother. My sad thoughts turn to Gaza and their pathetic condition. It is
reminiscent of our Native American reservations. Powerless men subjugated as
cattle awaiting a moment when the slaughter commences once more. Death will be
dealt in the bleak anonymous delivery. I boldly declare any indiscriminate
slaughter madness of the supreme degree. In an alleged war on terror one side
fights with crude improvised weapons while the other uses sophisticated devices
of destruction. But the real battle is for the minds of the masses for therein
lies the underlying fundamental power. So I press on writing these subversive
words. Know full well my intent is a better Earth for all to share. The
organized violence called war must be eliminated. Furthermore it must be
replaced by peace and not a tranquility from subjugation. “Weapons with peace
is no peace,” spoke Lynette Squeaky Fromme. Even when the devil speaks the
truth we must acknowledge the correctness in it. I hear more traffic clouding
the heaven’s heights. When o when shall I know peace?
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