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Headstall's Reflections - 87. The Scourge: Can You Hear It?

This is the first poem, or anything else, I've posted in a long time.

The Scourge—Can You Hear It?

 

 

I close my eyes to escape the vilest of scenes

Squeezing them tight against the scald of tears

I cover my ears to soften the imagined barrage

And the incessant noise of our inhumanity

I bite my tongue so naught slips past my lips

Like raging thoughts not wanting to be stayed

Alas, nothing muffles the insane madness

As barriers inevitably drop against the horror

Of victims bleeding out in cheery classrooms

Amid construction paper and scattered crayons

While I morbidly watch and listen and scream

At the mass stupidity of empty-headed puppets

There is no turning to faith or religion for respite

For their flaws are being exposed like never before

Weaponized by power seekers in unholy alliance

Leaving all those marginalized as disdained fodder

In a world bent on its own gleeful destruction

Willing to risk freedom as long as hate has its outlet

While determined to control bodies not their own

In god we trust? Whose god? The ones corrupted by men?

Fashioned to suit purposes beyond comprehension?

Pray tell... for I see no answers on this glorious day

Where sunshine doesn't warm, nor windsong soothe

As each day becomes the next… and the next

And through it all, I hear the deathly silence of the children

Can you hear it? The giggles that should be? The joy unfulfilled?

The squeak of sneakers running down a hallway?

Remembering them… it’s all there is... all that's left

As each tragedy becomes the next

Sorry for the subject matter. I'm working through some stuff. Cheers.
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RicciRiccardo
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Oh I mourn for you America, how is it that you have been lead into this madness by those purporting to be the highest authority in the US. There are so many who have been blinded by the so called religous right and that yellow haired fuckwit.

the rest of the world shakes their head and wonders how it has come to this in a short decade ! My heart bleeds for you, such a power always looked up to, now pitied, unfortunately you are on your own, no one is there to help, just let the silent minority be heard , I hope you all survive as a nation,I have my doubts ! I will never return to your beautiful country !

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Wow! Gary the poem is so powerful and elegantly written.  The force of your words hit me and left me feeling breathless.  I felt anger towards those that evilly attack the innocents of the world and try to enslave them.  These two parts hit me the hardest.

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As barriers inevitably drop against the horror

Of victims bleeding out in cheery classrooms

Amid construction paper and scattered crayons

While I morbidly watch and listen and scream

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And through it all, I hear the deathly silence of the children

Can you hear it? The giggles that should be? The joy unfulfilled?

The squeak of sneakers running down a hallway?

Remembering them… it’s all there is... all that's left

As each tragedy becomes the next

This is a very moving poem that leaves me sad and angry.

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Poignantly Beautiful expression of recent events. 
There isn’t much that gives hope yet I still hold onto it….it only takes one ray of light to dispel darkness. 

As moved as I was by the subject matter, it was seeing “Headstall posted chapter 87 to Headstall’s Reflections” in my notifications that brought tears to my eyes.

Welcome back, my Beautiful, Platonic Friend.    You’ve been missed. :hug: ❤️  🍻

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Headstall
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12 hours ago, RicciRiccardo said:

Oh I mourn for you America, how is it that you have been lead into this madness by those purporting to be the highest authority in the US. There are so many who have been blinded by the so called religous right and that yellow haired fuckwit.

the rest of the world shakes their head and wonders how it has come to this in a short decade ! My heart bleeds for you, such a power always looked up to, now pitied, unfortunately you are on your own, no one is there to help, just let the silent minority be heard , I hope you all survive as a nation,I have my doubts ! I will never return to your beautiful country !

I am not American, but I understand the pain you feel. I grieve for my neighbors, and only wish them well, but only a fool can miss the big tear in the fabric of their nation. That said, the world is tearing apart... and many countries are perched on cliffs of shale. The disregard for human life is astounding to me, and I wonder if it is just because I am an old man that it affects me so. 

Thank you for reading my poem... it is meant to make readers think about what they are accepting. I appreciate you sharing how deeply you feel. Gary. :hug: 

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Headstall
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12 hours ago, raven1 said:

Wow! Gary the poem is so powerful and elegantly written.  The force of your words hit me and left me feeling breathless.  I felt anger towards those that evilly attack the innocents of the world and try to enslave them.  These two parts hit me the hardest.

This is a very moving poem that leaves me sad and angry.

Thank you, Terry. It is a sad and angry poem. I wish I could write about my hope, but it would be a lie, for I am in short supply of that right now. Appreciate your support for my meagre words. :hug: 

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5 hours ago, FanLit said:

Poignantly Beautiful expression of recent events. 
There isn’t much that gives hope yet I still hold onto it….it only takes one ray of light to dispel darkness. 

As moved as I was by the subject matter, it was seeing “Headstall posted chapter 87 to Headstall’s Reflections” in my notifications that brought tears to my eyes.

Welcome back, my Beautiful, Platonic Friend.    You’ve been missed. :hug: ❤️  🍻

You are very sweet, my platonic friend. :)  Not the best subject matter to be posting about, but I write what I feel. Fingers crossed I will continue. I envy your hope... I'm working on regaining mine, but life and the mind has its ups and downs. 

I really can't begin to tell you what your support means... :hug: 

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ColumbusGuy

Gary, I wish you'd send this into a newspaper or something as it deserves far greater renown as it captures so much of our genuine sentiment rather than the lip service rendered by those in positions of power.

Once more despite lofty words, we get only the same thing as in previous situations: finger-pointing, dodging the real issues to repeat the same tired slogans from both sides...at least now we have yet another bill that will cost money that will wind up steered to other things or politicians pockets rather than solving the issues of restoring public civility and enforcing existing laws we've had for years.

Sorry, but being old only heightens the sense of loss for those who remember the days when kids' only worry at school was what horrors would come out of the cafeteria, or if we'd miss the bus and have to walk home.  My 4th Grade had two teachers, two classrooms separated by two smaller rooms--one had games and crafts, the other had books we could read if we were done with homework.  I had the friendlier teacher who fave us limited decision making opportunities.  I still remember standing before a map of the U.S. that showed state outlines and we had to memorize each one's name and capital.  I imagine they don't bother with things like that now, just indoctrination classes... Of course in the mid to late 60s we began the day with the Pledge of Allegiance and learned to respect my teachers and fellow students as a matter of course thanks to some bookish friends like Dick, Jane, Peter and Spot.  :)

I wonder if Peter was the beginning for my attraction to blonds?        

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4 hours ago, ColumbusGuy said:

Gary, I wish you'd send this into a newspaper or something as it deserves far greater renown as it captures so much of our genuine sentiment rather than the lip service rendered by those in positions of power.

Once more despite lofty words, we get only the same thing as in previous situations: finger-pointing, dodging the real issues to repeat the same tired slogans from both sides...at least now we have yet another bill that will cost money that will wind up steered to other things or politicians pockets rather than solving the issues of restoring public civility and enforcing existing laws we've had for years.

Sorry, but being old only heightens the sense of loss for those who remember the days when kids' only worry at school was what horrors would come out of the cafeteria, or if we'd miss the bus and have to walk home.  My 4th Grade had two teachers, two classrooms separated by two smaller rooms--one had games and crafts, the other had books we could read if we were done with homework.  I had the friendlier teacher who fave us limited decision making opportunities.  I still remember standing before a map of the U.S. that showed state outlines and we had to memorize each one's name and capital.  I imagine they don't bother with things like that now, just indoctrination classes... Of course in the mid to late 60s we began the day with the Pledge of Allegiance and learned to respect my teachers and fellow students as a matter of course thanks to some bookish friends like Dick, Jane, Peter and Spot.  :)

I wonder if Peter was the beginning for my attraction to blonds?        

Thanks, buddy. My schooling started out in a one room schoolhouse that we had to walk a couple of miles to. The only things we had to worry about were bears and freezing to death before someone got the fire started in the wood stove. :)  Now children have drills of what to do in an active shooter situation. 

There is so much wrong going on in the world... and I don't understand why people want to get into other peoples' business. Have your beliefs, but don't impose them on others. Live and let live seems right to me. I've been warning for years that LGBTQ+ rights weren't settled, and now we can see the intent to go back to the dark ages. All because we have become sheep, following bullies and fueled by hate and an obvious need to do battle. And there is a heinous war! One that serves no sane purpose whatsoever... only that a sick monster had a temper tantrum and wanted to gain more toys.  

Poetry is personal for me... I have many poems that I've never posted anywhere... but this one was screaming inside my head, wanting to get out. Thanks for understanding, my friend. :hug:  

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