Post by mfwilkie on Jan 30, 2008 9:36:43 GMT -5
This first draft seems more essay that poetic.
I'd appreciate suggestion on technique only.
Thanks, Maggie
The frog does not drink up the pond in which he lives.
That bit of wisdom is from the Sioux. I think Basho
would agree.
Their Oglala brothers knew true peace must be found within
before comfort can be shared between nations, between
states and cities and towns full of us.
Today is laid over yesterday with little council—
millions wasted fact-finding clever ways around
sensible and obvious. History ignored for profit
begat children who can't sit still, children who live
ugly, and die uglier, children without one easy feeling
strong enough on which to build their way through life.
Not all, but even one is too many. Some of the movies and
documentaries we give Oscars to beg an answer to this
question: Is life really art and art its reflection?
The Omaha say, He who witnesses wrongdoings and does not
lift a hand to prevent them is as guilty as the wrongdoers.
The world has shrunk, ignorance no longer an acceptable
excuse from egos and greed running at speeds beyond measure;
lines drawn in sand on who survives seem to begin and end in
politically correct refelections found in morning and evening mirrors.
We don't save our own when we can, and justify not saving
others with the arrogance of an upper-class voice that cries put
upon; it's the new mantra of a bleeding middle America.
Children should not be left to die, in body, or in mind, no matter
where they live. fuck the patent excuses we feed ourselves,
the easy rationalizations we make to explain away inaction.
We should because we can, and know we can. We know how,
but we don't. And that's a sin that belongs to every man. We
should have adopted the wisdom of the tribes here before us
instead of stealing their land; they knew the worth of a child.
They also knew the glory of their world. We finally know it, too.
let's hope we don't waste money and time with paper words
that avoid the sensible and obvious on both fronts.
I'd appreciate suggestion on technique only.
Thanks, Maggie
The frog does not drink up the pond in which he lives.
That bit of wisdom is from the Sioux. I think Basho
would agree.
Their Oglala brothers knew true peace must be found within
before comfort can be shared between nations, between
states and cities and towns full of us.
Today is laid over yesterday with little council—
millions wasted fact-finding clever ways around
sensible and obvious. History ignored for profit
begat children who can't sit still, children who live
ugly, and die uglier, children without one easy feeling
strong enough on which to build their way through life.
Not all, but even one is too many. Some of the movies and
documentaries we give Oscars to beg an answer to this
question: Is life really art and art its reflection?
The Omaha say, He who witnesses wrongdoings and does not
lift a hand to prevent them is as guilty as the wrongdoers.
The world has shrunk, ignorance no longer an acceptable
excuse from egos and greed running at speeds beyond measure;
lines drawn in sand on who survives seem to begin and end in
politically correct refelections found in morning and evening mirrors.
We don't save our own when we can, and justify not saving
others with the arrogance of an upper-class voice that cries put
upon; it's the new mantra of a bleeding middle America.
Children should not be left to die, in body, or in mind, no matter
where they live. fuck the patent excuses we feed ourselves,
the easy rationalizations we make to explain away inaction.
We should because we can, and know we can. We know how,
but we don't. And that's a sin that belongs to every man. We
should have adopted the wisdom of the tribes here before us
instead of stealing their land; they knew the worth of a child.
They also knew the glory of their world. We finally know it, too.
let's hope we don't waste money and time with paper words
that avoid the sensible and obvious on both fronts.
