Posts Tagged ‘War’

Intro: Static

In this television…flipping through the channels I only see one point of view…The abuse of the powerless by the powerful…
Divide and conquer rituals…Serial shows with never ending plots…
Channel 1: Drug Wars in Ciudad Juarez…
Channel 2: Another black son whose time was “up”…
Channel 3: Drone towards another brown soul…
Wondering whose story shall be told…
Or are we shown just one side..?
Sold just one set of eyes…
Roll the flavor of the day…
Repackaged pain…
With just the right amount of vain…
To keep us full and flaked..
Engrossed…

But in the background…
The sounds…
The signs of something more..
The cries…
The calls of those…
For someone to expose…
The pains…
That grow in silence from those…
Who can make the change…

Check behind the scenes…
Behind the seams…
Tear up the scripts…
Film reel released…
To reveal their stories…

But all the programming…
Their planning…
On demandings…
Changing the context back to nonsense…
Repeat the process…
Dampen…
Deny…
Die…

Intro: After much time, a piece that means a great deal.
Original post – https://silentscholar.com/2013/11/12/tower-of-babel-draft/
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This corrupted Tower of Babel…
Losing our indigenous values…
Selling souls for specks of black gravel…
This never ending battle between the so called righteous…
And the spiteless…
The poor rich parables that paint…
These scales of societies…
Balance the weight…
Geomancy…

Divinate from past ways…
But time flows one way…
So continual change…
But who or what should I believe…
The words of this…
Soaked in red earthen…
Burned surface…
Left behind by past lives…
Whose demise I had a part in my life…

Wiped away from the pages of history…
Make me wish I didn’t read…
Their miseries…
But no images…
Just words…
Misunderstood…
Happy that I don’t understand…
As I tip the scales towards their plan…
To ignore the pains…
As we scar this landscape…

Finished draft.
https://silentscholar.com/2015/12/31/if-poverty-was-a-man-draft/
Wonder if the original message was maintained…
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Imagine this problem…
One so prevalent…
Were to be condensed into one so malevolent being…
How would he be perceived…?
We say he…
As one known tradition…
Tells of how he has caused so much pain…

Yet we tolerate him…
Let him wreak havoc upon so many…
As if their lives are not worth a bit of sympathy…
Not even a silent cry…
So quickly we forget the real victims…
As we often blame them for his sins…
Rather than those who have helped him…
Us along with the system…
Built with his blessings…

Telling us the world is ours to take…
Make…and of course break…
Leave nothing but scraps for the next generations…
Often wondering who in the end will be paying…
For our misdeeds…?
Those damn shortsighted needs…
Leave so many aggrieved…

Watch their pleas…
Perhaps silently glee…
At just how great our own lives can be…
Not knowing…
Or perhaps ignoring…
The truth…
That we are He…
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Intro: A line from an old text re imagined…

Imagine if this problem…
One so prevalent…
Were to be condensed into one so malevolent being…
How would he be perceived…?

We tolerate him…
Let him wreak havoc upon so many…
As if their lives are not worth a bit of sympathy…
Not even a silent cry…
So quickly we forget the real victims…
As we often blame them for his sins…
Rather than those who have helped him…
Us along with the system…
Built with his blessings…

Have we no sense of what’s happening…?

Another old piece.

Intro:
The basis of a peace treaty…is agreement…But why to do we go to war in the first place? Can’t we respect each other enough to understand that we are all humans; sharing this earth? And what’s worse, we often break treaties for our own selfish gains…I just don’t believe that how we are supposed to be in this world…

I wonder why we can’t have peace…?
I wonder why the beast seems to dominate our state of affairs…Beset with problems which nobody cares for…with arguments over resources…The source of which is rooted in between those on opposite sides of the imaginary lines…Blinded themselves to the times…Can’t seem to realize we all share this land…Or they choose to ignore…Go to war…There is a victor…And victims…A never ending system of self-defeat…So the “peace” treaty follows…However…

Too many times we don’t abide by the bylaws of the paper we sign…Filled with lies…Before the ink even dried, treaties were scorned then torn…No matter what form…No matter what style…All in good faith? No…All we do is make mockeries of different peoples…Claiming they’re feeble and should be controlled…Force them to enter our fold through loopholes and blatant hate…Now we own them…

The violations of the universal rights…Freedom and the right to life keeps getting denied…Pieces of paper mean nothing today…We raising our kids in all the wrong ways…Making them think they better than others..Our future is in the gutter…No hope for peace…It’s all I see now…
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The power of a pen…I try to write what I think is right…Humbled by all the slights and frights that arise when words are drawn onto paper…
So I take care in order not to offend…
But I’m offended by the lack of civility…No more chivalry…Much more hate, shake, break…
This history…I see it in my periphery…More violence followed by universal silence…
We mum our tongues to the discrimination gripping so many nations…
So much subjugation of the masses…Wars between the classes…A new generation of classless fascists…Hate is all we now seem to practice…
While the strings all pulled by the puppet masters…We are falling down faster than ever before…Don’t know what else is in store for us…I want to scream justice…But my tongue goes numb before any sound expels…Darkness tightens the belt…
Nothing to tell…

I delve into this world of darkness…
The light left so long ago…replaced with the cold violence we now see…
Another baby been blown up…
No “crime”…Just “wrong place and time”…
People still crossing the line between human and savage…So sad we seem to choose to ravage rather than build and speak peace…Remember that “Silence has a lease”…The fees are the loss of peace and loss of life…nothing seems suffice to us violent souls…
We choose to kill rather than grow our humanity…I’m losing my own sanity penning down each man made calamity that strikes again and again…When will this trend end? I’m thinking red colored ink…As the color sinks into the skin of paper…It’s so sad for my pen to pen down this pain in this flavor…My pen {writing} says…
When will it all end…?

This corrupted Tower of Babel…
Losing our indigenous values…
Selling our souls for specks of black gravel…
This never ending battle between the so called riteous…
And the spiteless…