Memorial Day: In the Blood

Andersonville National Cemetery, NPS

Memorial Day: 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,
The lies they devour
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.

3 thoughts on “Memorial Day: In the Blood”

  1. And the seasons they go round and round
    And the painted ponies go up and down 

    We’re captive on the carousel of time 

    We can’t return we can only look 

    Behind from where we came 

    And go round and round and round
In the circle game

    – Joni Mitchell

    History, as they say, may not repeat, but it certainly rhymes.
    Over and over, apparently without end.
    Our job, in the time we have, is to wake up.

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