Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts

Thursday

Sorrow's Journey With Winter's Soldier


Grief doesn’t travel very far away,
Scratch the surface and it’s all back again.
(Triple car bomb strikes Baghdad)
You see, love is like that.
(Darfur Genocide and Ellison's Protest)
If you love someone they’re either
Gone a long distance for a short while
Or a long while… But grief,
Grief doesn’t travel very far away.
(Holocaust Timeline)
Winter's Soldier

Immense shining chariots thundered across the heavens.
Ghostly hooves burst and collapsed the living homes
And the shock filled gasps of children could be heard...

Bosnia-Herzegovina (1992-1995) 200,000
...Years later a dole of doves is all that holds the world
And beneath the sand the shards of bone shift down
Making room for the next barren scratch of living’s cage.
Rwanda (1994) 800,000
Giant, fortified wheels of chain roll upon the streets now.
Death weary boots slog behind, eyes winked with caution,
Heavy loads of mourning strapped upon the back.
Pol Pot Cambodia (1975-1979) 2,000,000
Such little gladness advances along this guarded pace
As something sinister skulks their heavy shadows
Moving in unison; each glance, each gun, each breath.
Nazi Holocaust (1938-1945) 6,000,000
It stays upon them like a salutation from a viper’s kiss;
Throttling the lungs into a desperate breathing thing
That bribes the senses and kidnaps affection.
Rape of Nanking (1937-1938) 300,000
They cannot stay there knowing it surrounds them
And brings forth nothing worth killing for at their hands
Or dying for in their hearts.
Liberated mouths have turned downward with lips
That smell of death’s foul oppression.
Stalin's Forced Famine (1932-1933) 7,000,000
Before the lurking beast might taste their dread
Or the fanged tempest descend with blinding dust
The winter soldier needs turn homeward;
Ahead of the treachery that smells of grief,
Ahead the echoes of a child’s gasp and mother’s plea.
Armenians in Turkey (1915-1918) 1,500,000
Wounds may throb and ache and even heal,
...Death is not made that way.
Native American Genocide (1492-...) 12 million
Filipino-American War (1899-1902) 1.4 million
Ongoing Genocide of Palestinians (1948-?) the.uncounted
Ongoing Genocide in Iraq (2003- ?) 650,000 to 1,000,000
Grief doesn’t travel very far away...


© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman


Greek word 'genos' (race) with the Latin word 'cide' (killing).

Wednesday

On Joy and Sorrow, Kahlil Gibran

Kamilah, Kahlil's mother. Painting by Kahlil Gibran


Dark Daughta, one of The Peace Tree's amazing contributors, has my blood boiling for both Joy and Sorrow...so I felt it my duty to give you the words of the master on the subject...

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Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was
oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you
can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned
in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that
was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall
find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say,
"Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

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