In the Blood

Born in a normal time,

The periodic slaughter of millions

By the civilized nations of the earth

I grew to adulthood half-crazed

With fear and numbed wonder.

I always wished to believe otherwise,

That people were good at heart,

Wanted to live in mutual peace

And tend the green earth as if

It were a garden

As if pity vivified all living things.

Somehow the blood that was in me

Said otherwise,

Spoke truth to the power

Of my wish,

While everywhere around me lay the lie.

But my blood, this blood that became me

While millions were being butchered

And Bing Crosby crooned I’m dreaming

Of a white Christmas,

This red blood said otherwise.

Do not accept the way they say

“Good Morning”

And the way they nod as they pass,

As though they didn’t want to kill

Each other.

Do not believe their eyes

And the way they pray to the skies

To save them.

Do not believe their beliefs,

All lies woven to deceive.

For at heart they truly hate

The green earth.

Do not believe the way they say

“Good Evening”

For they wish the darkest night

To descend upon us,

The nothingness of their knowledge

To swallow all.

That is what will release them,

That is all.

 

Thus my blood spoke to me,

A child of a sanguine century,

Born in a normal time,

The periodic slaughter of millions

By the civilized nations of the earth.

 

And despite all appearances,

I have never believed them.

Never.  Not at all.

https://www.transcend.org/tms/2017/01/in-the-blood/