Saturday, December 10, 2011

A Wake up Call from Sharon Pacione

When Will We Ever Learn?
by Sharon Pacione

wide awake in a nightmare, 
my soul has been mortally wounded, 
shot through the heart 
by missiles of ignorance and war 
launched by abusers 
hiding behind shades of red, white and blue, 
waving the flag of bombs bursting in air, 
wagging the dog of illusion 
before sleepwalking, apathetic masses 

warmongers, the great pretenders, 
feigning democracy and freedom 
and concern for a better life, 
invade and hijack the hearts and minds 
of sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, 
slamming shut the doors of truth and integrity, 
with the help of media distraction and lies, 
in the face of activists 
advocating social, political and environmental change 
and peace and justice for all 

blind patriots rally to call war normal, 
sucked into the black hole of big brother 

purple hearts, and gold and silver stars 
gather momentum to build yet another memorial 
to the sacrificial lambs called collateral damage 
who died trying to kill for the dreams of others, 
who believed the lies and propaganda 
that the unholy alliance was not about oil, 
or racial and religious intolerance, 
or re-mapping of land, 
or occupation, 
or ancient treasures of mysterious origin, 
or the greed and power of world domination, 
or the addiction to - and big business of - war 

the lucky ones sing their death song; 
survivors imprison memories of horror 
on the wailing wall of mangled minds 
and the matrix of the soul 

parts and pieces blown to kingdom come, 
tied with yellow ribbons of lost hope, 
join the ghosts of past wars 
who walk alongside the waking dead 
on a crowded, blood-soaked planet 
filled with the dogma and strangled spirit 
of man's darkness and disregard for life in all forms, 
hearts hardened and desensitized to 
compassion and non-violence, 
minds clouded by addictions and material lust, 
seeking instant gratification to ease the pain 
of spinelessness and mindlessness, 
imprisoning the spirit of humanity 
in cellblocks of conformity and fear 

in the theatre of war, 
self-serving world citizens wear many faces 
of apathy, ignorance, 
and intellectual and spiritual arrogance, 
choosing well-worn words and phrases 
to detach from responsibility to the web of life 

...I'm only one person, what can I do? 
...I can't think about that right now, I'm too busy. 
...Well, the only thing we can do is pray. I'm just going to let the Lord handle it. 
...Everything is happening exactly as it's supposed to. 
...Life isn't real anyway, it's all just an illusion. 
...We live in a world of polarity, so there will never be peace. 
…Besides, we wouldn't appreciate the good things if we didn't have the bad. 
...I'm only going to allow the light into my reality. All of this negative stuff zaps my energy. 
...What's happening on the other side of the world is not my problem. 
...It must be their karma; there's nothing I can do. 
...This war is undeclared, so it's not a real war anyway. 
...There's no need to do anything; when you're enlightened, you become the observer. 
...How do you know that's true? I didn't see it on the news! 
(Patriot Act I and II, Pax Americana/Project for the New American Century *PNAC*, etc.) 
...Now that the war has started, everyone should just shut up and support our government, they know what they're doing! 

hyprocrisy rules the nation 
selling democracy and freedom 
on the backs of bombs and oppression, 
from the halls of deceit, 
ideals still on a wish list 
for the tired, poor and hungry citizens 
of the invading country 
whose national and foreign policies 
are twin towers of manipulation 

threaten, destroy and selectively re-build 
until the world falls back to sleep, 
then threaten, de-humanize and assimilate 
the culture invaded 

moving on the wind of desire 
and addiction to war 
to the next 'axis of evil' 
ensuring that fat cats of large corporations, 
participating in perpetual sleep-overs 
at the big white house and domed rotunda, 
will never be hungry again 

real freedom - of body, mind and spirit - 
walks a tightrope once again, 
the mirror held in the iron fist 
of pride and ego, 
begging for reflection's comment 
on the lessons of man's inhumanity to life 

history is a broken record 
of broken promises 
and broken treaties 
repeating itself 
for the benefit of slow learners 
and those easily led 
who have not grasped the concept and value 
of compassion, integrity and non-violence 
as the path to peace and freedom 

and, while fence sitters nurse hemorrhoids, 
those with a conscience 
plant seeds of peace and truth, 
watered with the tears and intent 
of Gandhi, King, Deganawidah 
and other ancestors dedicated to the reality of unity, 
to germinate within the heart and mind, 
from the light and dark of nature's balance, 
food for thought for an unbalanced world 

and, life goes on as usual 
except for the air, water and soil - 
and plant, animal and mineral kingdoms 
who absorb the vibrations of fear 
and inhale the particles of war, 
choking on the blood of death and destruction 

life goes on as usual 
except for the birds and insects 
who now avoid travel in the no-fly zone 

life goes on as usual 
except for the young Hopi mother 
whose life-force now sleeps on the sands of time, 
in a different desert, 
on the other side of the world 

life goes on as usual 
except for the 4 year old girl, 
running down a bombed-out street 
holding the hand of smoke and horror, 
mouth and eyes wide open 
to the death of innocence, 
tramatized for life 

life goes on as usual 
except for the father carrying his daughter, 
blood dripping on memories of childhood 
from her dangling, blown-off leg 

life goes on as usual 
except for prisoners of war, 
who now know Geneva Convention betrayal 
while seven billion other prisoners of war, known as humanity, 
allow 1984 to laugh in the shadows 
as they mesmerize and anesthetize their fears and doubts 
with a sanitized, reality show version of the sequel, 
Gulf War II 

and, life goes on as usual 
except for the families of those 
killed by 'friendly' and 'not-so-friendly' fire 
who now know that the answer to the war-song question 
"where have all the flowers gone" 
is still the same... 
"gone to grave-yards, every one" 

when we realize that life is one gigantic, connected web, 
that everyone and everything is related, 
that those we kill are ourselves, 
that we are all sons and daughters of one earth, 
of one creator of which we are all an aspect 

and, when we choose weapons of mass CONstruction, 
principles dedicated to truth, integrity, compassion, 
and non-violence 

we will have answered the last war-song question 

"when will we ever learn, 
when will we ever learn???" 
by Sharon Pacione
Grandmother, Poet, Human Being for Peace for *All* of Life.
Written between March 19 and April 13, 2003.
Revised April 29, 2003.
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