Peace Out ~ #Poetics @dVersePoets
Lay down your prejudice, lay down your guns
Understand the true motivations
of your desire to dominate...rule
Like Midas your touch is golden
still you exist within an illusion.
The soul is immune to your golden touch
yet, your fingers dabble in our essence
fooled with grand tales of honor
you have somehow convinced
us to lay down and die for a country
forsaking family, forsaking morals
justifying murder, terror
awarding medals for kill count
this heart bleeds purple
for suffocation states it must.
Together...we know better
so it is a mass manipulation
altered states of consciousness
Brain washing has become an art form
and in your tower of superiority
You too have fallen prey
now believe the hype you created
drunk on power
the pastures have been left untended
with your shepherds fast asleep
the herd grows restless
your hypnotizing song stuck on shuffle
suddenly, the human is viewed beyond the threat
suddenly, we awake
to thoughts of their families, their children
stomped below the steel toes
of programmed marching boots
souls set free from this illusion
Is it possible
to agree to disagree
and have no blood spilled?
Is it possible
to see the human
and not the soldier?
Is it possible
to evolve beyond
this mad and restless state?
To see the threat for what it is
and agree to lay down our weapons,
puppets no more?
Karin (AKA @ManicDDaily) is prompting Poetics today over at dVersePoets, and because I've a full afternoon ahead, I'm taking my best stab at the prompt. Hope it fits...Linkup goes live at 3pmEST.
Understand the true motivations
of your desire to dominate...rule
Like Midas your touch is golden
still you exist within an illusion.
The soul is immune to your golden touch
yet, your fingers dabble in our essence
fooled with grand tales of honor
you have somehow convinced
us to lay down and die for a country
forsaking family, forsaking morals
justifying murder, terror
awarding medals for kill count
this heart bleeds purple
for suffocation states it must.
Together...we know better
so it is a mass manipulation
altered states of consciousness
Brain washing has become an art form
and in your tower of superiority
You too have fallen prey
now believe the hype you created
drunk on power
the pastures have been left untended
with your shepherds fast asleep
the herd grows restless
your hypnotizing song stuck on shuffle
suddenly, the human is viewed beyond the threat
suddenly, we awake
to thoughts of their families, their children
stomped below the steel toes
of programmed marching boots
souls set free from this illusion
Is it possible
to agree to disagree
and have no blood spilled?
Is it possible
to see the human
and not the soldier?
Is it possible
to evolve beyond
this mad and restless state?
To see the threat for what it is
and agree to lay down our weapons,
puppets no more?
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| "L'est we Forget" (Image from google) Much respect from this peace loving hippychic |
Karin (AKA @ManicDDaily) is prompting Poetics today over at dVersePoets, and because I've a full afternoon ahead, I'm taking my best stab at the prompt. Hope it fits...Linkup goes live at 3pmEST.
Comments
Like Midas your touch is golden
still you exist within an illusion....truth...and a great ref....awards for kill counts, ugh...
some great questions toward the end as well...ones that would be hard to answer considering there is little profit in peace...
perhaps if we show them how there is we can find our way forward...
The soul is immune to your golden touch
Terrible. And once the killing starts, it is harder than ever to let go of. Passionate poem. k .
"Brain washing has become an art form
and in your tower of superiority
You too have fallen prey"
this stood out for me - great choice of words.
Are you familiar with a song written by Buffy Saint Marie called "The Universal Soldier?" Probably a version on YouTube. It should be the anthem for every thinking person who is baffled by the insanity of war.