Thursday, December 22, 2016

The Unfinished Story of Lives Stolen

Unfinished Story

And year upon year we dig the pits
Bulldoze the bodies
Plant the stones
Water the seeds of grief with our tears

We'll meet again in another life
Father, daughter, son, wife
Your stories left unread
Because,
Victims of our stupidity,
You're dead

And year upon year we dig the pits
Bulldoze the bodies
Plant the stones
Water the seeds of grief with our tears

Bleak melancholy bleeds into our futures
Time and again
The black memory rain
Spits on our tomorrows

And year upon year we dig the pits
Bulldoze the bodies
Plant the stones
Water the seeds of grief with our tears

We make holidays of remembrance
Stand in silence
And in that sound vacuum a bird's song swells
Celebrating mute humanity

Its song resonates with the essence of unity
Our hearts' commonality
The steady, regular beat
Drowned out by war's heat

And year upon year we dig the pits
Bulldoze the bodies
Plant the stones
Water the seeds of grief with our tears

Shrouded in the purple mantle of enmity
Cast over our consciousness
By
Them
Our souls' prayer pulses
The force, seeking expression
In
Peace

And year upon year we dig the pits
Bulldoze the bodies
Plant the stones
Water the seeds of grief with our tears

No common human wants war
Yet we let ourselves be ordered to kill
And year upon year we dig the pits
Bulldoze the bodies
Plant the stones
Water the seeds of grief with our tears

Decade after decade
Century after century
Millennia after Millennia
And year upon year we dig the pits
Bulldoze the bodies
Plant the stones
Water the seeds of grief with our tears

The force that drives this insanity
Charismatic personality
We tremble in their presence
Never wondering why

And year upon year we dig the pits
Bulldoze the bodies
Plant the stones
Water the seeds of grief with our tears

They have always, ever
Lived with us
We have served them
Waited at their tables
Surrendered what we have to them
Given the blood of our children
Sacrificed our spirits on the altar
of their dominance
And called them “Sire”

And year upon year we dig the pits
Bulldoze the bodies
Plant the stones
Water the seeds of grief with our tears

This day we dig those pits
This day we bulldoze the bodies
This day we plant the stones
And water the seeds of grief with our tears.

Yet in what quiet we can find
We hear now our souls' prayer pulsing
The force, seeking expression in peace
Of a humanity awakening

Olive Farmer

xxx xxx xxx

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