let me rant awhile for what good it may do to open the valve if only briefly
for as one wave after another of sheer indignity is reported
survivor guilt courses through me yet even this was not mine to choose
for I don't happen to have been born Jewish or black -
and that doesn't make me more - or less - worthy of dignity
but I can observe closely what it is like to be pilloried and persecuted
for one's peaceful contacts and communications holding personal beliefs at odds with a regime
and a rage courses through me on contemplating 'man's inhumanity to man' -
though written long ago that the world would be so, where hatred would replace kindness, love, empathy
I deplore the way an ideology of one disturbed, possessed person
can lead to millions donning a uniform, henceforth labelling one sector of humankind
'persona non grata'
to be mercilessly pursued in legitimized genocide, even savaging little children
frightened lads caught on the run made to hold arms for food
mamas with babes in arms forced to watch them dashed to pieces then buried alive underground
their infant cries still heard while their mothers were ***** - as beleaguered, beautiful Estonia was brought to it's knees...
and I weep and rant feel knives in my gut blood pulsing swift - then take hold of myself
seek to understand, if that be possible, even a smidgen of such distorted thinking
to delve into the mind of a hateful deviate for but a moment and remain intact
so I scan his written mantra and come to see that all deeply held convictions must have at its core
RESPECT
lest it attract the weak and easily led, or those forced into submission seeking to simply stay alive
and they find themselves taking part in a forest fire of polluted propaganda
a flood of merciless devastation, while their deluded leader continues to spout forth venom
in the distorted notion that they would actually be acting in society's best interests
or worse still: 'in the name of God' (Acts 5:39; Hosea 4:1-3)
This post was initially placed at the end of my previous poem, 'mandated thuggery,' but became so lengthy, that though not my usual, tightly honed offering, I felt it may resonate with some poets here on hp, hence I gave it space as a post in its own right.
You may wish to see my previous post a poem that was based on these thoughts
I deeply appreciate your sharing what you feel on reading either or both of these posts Many thanks Eleanor