The Terrible Swift Sword
Forged anew for murderous purposes,
Forged reviewed ,and muster passed again and redundantly again.
A swollen hunger that licks the moisture from mother earth who has her genocidal way
Day After Day
While our children hungry and ill- suited to the militaristic armor that we prepare them for.
And a few accept for the sake of familial continuation, and in that oath
Become Wielders of that Terrible swift sword
As if an Oath gives might to right.
"WE were never to forget" I heard those words in a dream, it seems.
And where does that sentiment land in our lifetime? Burma, Darfur, and a myriad other realms of Death, Disease, and the Powerless Poor.
As their swollen bellies portend to our random acts of freedom and mercy performed in the "Best of Intentions."
The Good Doctors without Borders, and we should be called :Men and Women without Conscience.
The shame cloaks us as black murderers who toil by daylight, but our souls reside in the moonless night.
While the Earth herself hides her shame in a veil of blindness.
AS mankind watches our fellow brothers, and sisters , Women, Men, and Children, starve and die of virulent disease, measured only on the scale of Human Misery.
Where the weight is too unevenly distributed to address such an experimental failure.
I say and Pray for the Day, when that Sword is Inexorably destroyed. Never to rise again, and we take care of our own.
And Love will Rule In The Valley Of Eternal Bright Happiness under the Regrown World Ash Tree.
I fervently say, and if I must pray,
That when that sword strikes another sinful blow for "The Protection of Humanity"
That an Angelic arm will scatter,and shatter that "Terrible Swift Sword" known as genocide .
On that Angels' arm in white samite the sword will be redeposited to it's eternal rest In the Depths of the Lady where it will rest forever.
and gore, death, disease, and "King Pest" will be Overthrown
And Love will come to Mankind not from guilt but at the Behest of his own Intellect, Godliness and Necessity, and as one of the Great writers of the 20th century so beautifully said:
If only in the play, I am sure she truly believed it, as I do.
"I still believe that people are really good at heart"?'
Anne Frank
Grant
5-31-09
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