Marching Orders

Marching Orders

In the din of loud voices, 

Clanging, banging, unrelenting voices,
Those shouting, 
Those marching,
Right! Left!
Those marching,
Right! Left!
Those shouting,
Right! Wrong!
all of these
loud voices drowning out...

Reason.

I have less and less to say
about these marching orders,
right left right left
these stratifications, 
these divisions
foisted by some lofty folks.

I have less and less to say
about the right-wing, the right way
or the left-wing, left way.

I prefer neither and to remain quiet and go my own way.

 

The present political leadership’s response indicates an ignorance that this violence is a two-way street. Death shows us how people can transform pain by denying, blaming, or projecting it onto the “other,” that is what is going on. In fact, there is no black and white, them and us; there is no “elsewhere”, this is happening, now, here in this country, again. The idea of receiving hatred and not returning it is utterly ludicrous, but nor can the victim find empowerment in violence, not in a lasting sense. The question society must confront is whether or not we are prepared to use the very thing that would destroy us — the tragic, the deadly, the painful, the unjust — to transform and enlighten. 

From Vague Apocalyptica.

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