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Indoctrination (An Anti-War Poem)
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Indoctrination (An Anti-War Poem) |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (As many of you know, I am anti-war, as I have always believed in the philosophies of Martin Luther King Jr. that "One day we must come to see that peace is not merely a distant goal we seek, but that it is a means by which we arrive at that goal. We must pursue peaceful ends through peaceful means.". I believe war jus doesn't solve anything and only generates more hatred, more despair in the world which we're never even aware of, and if mankind and humanity continues to choose to war rather than amend and strive for peace, it will inevitably imperil us all and we will all be defeated in the end.  This is my most powerful anti-war poem yet, so when you read it, please know this is not an anti-America poem by any means, as I have always loved America with all my heart and always will. It is a poem that condemns the politicians and war profiteers who I believe have exploited the fullest promise of America throughout history to this day and, sadly, have influenced the misconceptions of many worldwide to what America truly stands for and believes in. I believe Iraq is no exception to the many wars in history which were manifested out of greed and gluttony, and yearn for our young men and women to return home as soon as possible! For those of you who'd like to learn more about the ugly truth of militarism in our culture, I recommend this site, which does an excellent job both eloquently addressing the dark side of each war yet also designed most accessible to all readers: http://www.addictedtowar.com/ God Bless You All, and peace, love and harmony to all! ) Indoctrination (An Anti-War Poem) By: Noah Eaton 9/12/05 . . . In the cold black of the night, stood revolutionaries, speaking eloquently of the right, for every nation to determine its own destiny. Greed took place somewhere along the way, charting each corner, destiny manifested, beliefs that couldn’t subside led to genocide, a people’s dream massacred and infected. Curiosity, such a deadly disease, always wanted to roll up their sleeves, they just ran their errand, for brownie points and carrots, but the cycle only went on and on... Their blood’s soaked, in the soil of the crooked gulch, a nation’s hoop broken and scattered. How could eyes so young, miss the sight of the dove, indoctrinated, indoctrinated, in a rich man’s antipathy... . . . . . Destiny continued to march, washing over the land like a flood, “I should welcome almost any war, for I think this country needs one.” Justifying their needs with racist theories, standing on a pedestal over the “savage and senile”, chaining the present of independence with a Platt Amendment, playing Twister on a world map, beguiled with... Curiosity, discoloring the young and the meek, changing the waves of history, fulfilling their duty, for garland and gravy, and still this madness goes on and on... Their blood has been spilled, in the valleys and upon the hills, summoned by this misguided will. How could eyes so young, miss the sight of the dove, indoctrinated, indoctrinated, in a rich man’s antipathy... . . . . . “No one told them that dollars and cents, were the real reason they were marching off to kill and die.” the real reasons are wrung in private memorandums, innocence dampened by a majority shareholder’s wink in his eye, assuming the responsibility, treating cultures as subsidiary companies, intervening and overshadowing sovereignty, the sorrow and pain, all who die without a name, to sate a profiteer’s insatiable appetency... Curiosity, laughs in insanity, creates too much myopia and misanthropy, trading liberty, for security, and still this madness goes on and on... Why must “a lovely piece of real estate”, come with such a guilty pang, it’s all just a crying shame. How could eyes so young, miss the sight of the dove, indoctrinated, indoctrinated, in a rich man’s antipathy... . . . . . It would be naïve to think there’d be no retaliation, through all this misguided deception and intervention, “What we say goes!”, it just comes to show, we must decide whether to be medicine or ammunition, they swing us by our ankles, emptying our pockets, while our schools, hospitals and wages are eroding, while recruiters take to campuses, with slick brochures and glossy promises, indoctrinating the young into this same old cross-fingered hoodwink... Curiosity, leaves us all bleeding, keeps the gears of this machine spinning, the game plan’s still right on schedule, we’re all vulnerable to this vitriol, and still this madness goes on and on... Why must they always send the poor, young and uninsured, without the right to be reassured? How could eyes so young, miss the sight of the dove, indoctrinated, indoctrinated in a rich man’s antipathy... …a rich man’s antipathy... …a rich man’s antipathy...  "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Noah, you know me very well and would understand that this sort of poem makes me very uncomfortable, but I understand what you are saying and I do agree that war sucks! Love, Peace, and Harmony, Linda |
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Angelheart Senior Member
since 2005-09-08
Posts 754Jacksonville,FL USA |
alot to read but yeah this is the kind of poem that makes me want to cry and war and all this hatred, is just making this world crash down.. i dont like it but its life...thanks for sharing this, alot of very explisedness meaning good input..  Poetry can get you very far |
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yv Senior Member
since 2003-05-30
Posts 574 |
Dear Sweet Angel O' Mine...what a touching statement of anger and desperation! I am truly touched by your words. I live them within me...but my anger hinders me from saying anything truly productive...HaHa! I love you Sweets. And remember...keep on dancin'! Yv~Seeing eternal Sunshine |
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SimplyGold Senior Member
since 2002-07-10
Posts 1453 |
Hi Noah, My comment: "let the young speak out let the old speak too for if no one does we will be buried by our silence". ------------ "Let them scream and yell Let them shout their abuse But God, tell them to keep their hands to themselves" Thank you for your thought provoking poem and your courage to speak your thoughts. Respectfully, SG |
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