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Fri 18 Aug, 2006 04:20 am
Revolution
As it ends - so shall it begin
Death of worlds
The shaming of old rules
As the olive branch
Snaps loudly in the west
As the swastika unfurls with soft focus
As our leader's faces contort
Into Nazi Death-Heads
As we watch black sand pour from their lying mouths
While the truth remains unsaid
As the dragon is slain and millions die without defence
As the hero is destroyed and the blood of youth is spent
Let none of us scream
At the ruination of our dreams
As we hide here in our houses
So afraid of the solution
Instead
Let us whisper
"Revolution"
Endymion 2006[/color]
Those last few lines were really great, man.
Re: Revolution
..... Let none of us scream
At the ruination of our dreams
As we hide here in our houses
So afraid of the solution
Instead
Let us whisper
"Revolution"
Yeah!
"And in the general hardening of outlook that set in . . . practices which had been long abandoned - imprisonment without trial, the use of war prisoners as slaves, public executions, torture to extract confessions . . . and the deportation of whole populations - not only became common again, but were tolerated and even defended by people who considered themselves enlightened and progressive."
1984 - George Orwell
Hi to everyone who commented.
I thought the Death Thread was starting to get too political - so I came over here. Please feel free to contribute.
I thought a picture with a bit of text or simply poetry. Hope you come back.
Peace,
Endy
What's politics got to do with death anyway - no don't answer that.
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Hi, I was hoping to come back here with something of my own - but that hasn't happened yet.
Dorothy Parker, I've been trying to think of a witty reply to your insight - but that hasn't happened either. I'm caught up on another thread, but I am working on an idea for another poem that would fit here, until then...
This is for us:
Bob Dylan: Blowin' in the Wind
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Now there'a a woman on my block
Who sits there as the night grows still
And she says Who is gonna take away
His license to kill
B Dylan
Hope someone knows the answer - and that they're working on it
This is the Era of Madness
I wish it didn't have to be this way
Watching us viciously turn
On ourselves
Insane and terrified
Beasts lost in a blizzard night
Demanding hate and sacrifice
We should think twice
Before we corner ourselves
Into riots and revenge
It will never end
This feud of men
No way
Not while we harvest terror every day
Why does it have to be this way?
I wish I could say
What I need to say
But who the fu ck is listening, anyway?
This is the era of madness
Endymion 2006
Patterns
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And then Hitler
Wanting War
Wanting total power
Burned down the Reichstag
And blamed it on terrorists
Then after gaining control
Invaded Poland
And then Hitler
Loving War
Loving total power
Sent out propaganda
Against the Jews
Portraying them as
Demons
He ordered street curfews
And then Hitler
Vain and self-deluded
Took it upon himself
To separate the races
To incarcerate
To exterminate
To wipe the smile from their filthy faces
And then Hitler
Seeing signs
Of hesitation in the minds
Of those who apposed
Arrested many patriots
As traitors
Or spies
And hung them out to dry
And then Hitler
Self-indulgent and flawed
Wanting more
Deaf to the anguished
Mother's cries
Sent his country's youth
Off to die
And then Hitler
Impenitent
And ordering atrocity
Wallowing like a serial-killer
In his infamy
Brought down hell fire
On city after city
And then Hitler
Knowing the score
Let his people starve
To pay his way in war
To die of poverty and shame
In order that he glorify
His given name
And then Hitler
Egregious and insane
Saw the allies closing in
And stuck a gun
Beneath his chin
Abandoning
His people
Forever
Never Again
But never say never
Endymion 2006
Many young boys in China are admiring Hitler, which is mad and bad. I assume what they admire is actually the presumed "iron will" of that man, in contrast with the hypocrisy and bureaucratic sluggishness of our own social order. Just as Heideggar yearned for decisiveness in the wake of National Socialism.
But if these young men, with those natural "revolutionary characteristics" of that certain age, ever come to understand Hitler in the way as your poem does, Endy, this insane admiration will surely be dead.
Hi JB
personally I think Hitler had a mental health problem left over from the trenches of WWI
War leads to war - as we've seen in the Gulf
Perhaps Hugo Chavez would be a better example of "iron will"
By the way - I think you should add Jack Black (Tenacious D - School of Rock) )to your JB list !!! :wink: He might be a strange reality - but he's certainly larger than life!
No!
These three are just action men...some with brawny some brainy some both...oops, all together 3 men....hehe
And I didn't know Jack Black.
But your words have surely aroused my interest :wink:
JB
With regards Jack Black....
looking at your avatar - I don't think you'll be disappointed
Crusader
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World War Three?
Hell, don't look at me!
I didn't bomb the fuc king Olive Tree
.. That was He
Endymion 2006
Thanks
I like the message and the way it was written. Thanks you for letting me read a good poem
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"Let me read a good poem, and I'll tell you what it belongs to. Read me the poem, and i may never reply to you...for as you read, these meanings may change, and bitterly, my heart will never stay the same anymore."
~Blue Feather~
I like that one, Crusader.