all your hopes and expectations
quite to the contrary
we stand beside today
lay them side-by-side sons and daughters of a nation’s pride place them in the empty grave of reason quench the thirst of a love one’s sadness with a communion cup filled with the vinegar tears of politicians laced with the blood of distorted history come call out the name of your god perhaps there will be a change this time
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the brown bag prophet has often told me that history is the ultimate political revenge since few folks ever question what they’ve been conditioned to believe he says the good guys are the winners and the evil forces of darkness are the losers no matter how many innocence people were murdered by the good guys for the cause of commercial freedom he adds that’s why there’s a statute of limitations cuz by the time you figured out the lie there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it ‘cept write another unread poem
the memory of you has been crated up into a plain wooden box and placed into storage among the other famous at-any-cost crowd your victorious pose now face down on a concrete floor staring into the abyss of history and into the dust that defines us all
perceived history provides the license to action enslaved becomes enslaver persecuted becomes persecutor abused becomes abuser murdered becomes murderer and so it is ordained and recorded throughout time
she had to defend her version of history overlapping lies offered up to all who did not recall the truth a fictional past provided daily until the lies became stone a shrine to self
Sharmishtha honored me with an award…the Amazing Blog…those who know me understand that I rarely accept awards for doing what I love..but this award came from a very special person with heartfelt sincerely…therefore I was not only honored to receive it but to pass it on to an author that continues to amaze me Claudia…so I pass it on to her…a person that I admire for her skills and ability to take the common place and turn it into poetic beauty.
roll out that large national geographic map hang it on any wall throw a poison dart here’s what you’ll find no matter where it lands a country county city or burg with a mythological history that excludes facts of crimes committed everybody’s a good guy except those narrow minded individuals who opposed us us being anybody living within the sphere of the dart’s poison usually the dart lands on a history book since poison attracts poison like magnets but that aside most folks fail to appreciate the amount of creative writing that went into producing the historical facts taught to our children a steady diet of s’mores and sugar water prescribed for weight loss well it certainly works on the minds of children those little atrophied centers of higher thought bought those facts as real so off they went to fight for well whatever the history book told them they were fighting for
an unmarked grave testament to man’s frailty and with all the posturing of mankind this will be his final posture no one will bring flowers the tears shed that day will have dried and been blown into the sea and the dust will be caught upon the wind and carried into the fields where new seeds will be planted grown harvested for the occupants of tomorrow’s unmarked graves
stripped naked every flaw was revealed every scar of promises not kept every mark left by history’s lash was open for evaluation by the buyer but the flaws of the buyer were not revealed like the history of a country whose own flesh remains cloaked in a myth of freedom