Cowardice
Sub stack #105 of Poetic Expanse
The Ponder Point . . . . .
I’ll admit it - I am a coward. When it comes to fighting - I don’t want to do it. Being a coward has served me well for most of a lifetime. Through managing my bravado and fear, I have avoided a lot of stupid situations. We seem to be admiring fighters! Yet, no one really wins a fight. I think fighting is primitive and , and surely there is a better way to come to a resolution. Ultimately, it takes more conviction and intellect than courage to live in this world.
The Human Hum . . . . .
“Stand tall to truth, spell unafraid, cry history.”
The Political Portion . . . . .
Swearing and yelling seems to be the prevailing trend in North America today. It is the language of idiots. Might is rarely right, - true strength is not loud.
I have been avoiding writing about the latest Trump war up to now. Deep down, I was wishing it would go away before I took on this next episode. I waited - it didn’t. But, it seems it will not go away, and not in any good way. So, here are some points that it doesn’t seem to me are being adequately reported and publicized.
This is an Israeli government driven war, and it is not anti-semitic to say so.
Christian fundamentalism in the US, fundamentalist Muslim Shiites and in Iran and Jewish fanatics in Jerusalem, are too dominent within their governments.
Trump is a vulgar dupe that yells loudest and is profiting the most with the help of all of the above.
How can it be that a nation will go to the supreme court to block food programs for hungry kids in schools, and shut down the government to stop their citizens from getting tax extensions on their health care, - then go and spend 7 - 10 BILLION a week blowing up another country a gazillion miles away?
It seems that in this world of today, - if you can yell loud enough you can get away with anything.
The Poetry Piece . . . . .
GOD’S SHADOW
183.01
Careful where you stand said Thomas Knight.
You mustn’t temper or block the light.
And it was true – where I saw seconds he saw centuries.
Where I was placed there was no revelation abound or about.
To the learned scholars no tales had been scripted.
The flock was moved upward, their future, encrypted,
He led the way upward, like the leader he wanted to be
With expectation that rhapsody would follow, but only I could see
Only I was questing.
Should one alter the light and cause them to fail?
Would that prohibit a next one from repeating the tale?
Fable or fact, both were resting.
Knight had sentenced science and probing to a grave demise
A divine form of justice from hence would root in our eyes.
Yet, the truth to me and you, was of little use to this man.
So many apostles were now shaking the dust from his can
He led the way and in semblance we did traverse
Well beyond where our minds had placed the universe.
Sight had been sordidly dimmed, learned scholars detained.
It would take more centuries to repair what remained.
To devour,
Still Knight saw god, while I saw the fallout.
Myths, parables, and tales will run out.
And gone should be
his power.
The Publicity Part . . . . .
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