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Saluting with misty eyes

0 posted 2003-09-17 11:07 PM



"I haev a deam today"
I heard those words echo
Across the land as I gazed
Watching the motion in the Reflecting Pool
The world was changing before my eyes.
I felt the love the man had
For himself, his G-d, for all men
Fifty-Thousand people heard him preach
For peace, and love, and hope
By loving those who hate you back

"We don't want a war today"
I heard those words echo
Across the crowd as I gazed
Watching the protest in the Reflecting Pool
America was changing before my eyes
I felt the hatred the youth had
For themselves and for their countrymen
Fifty-Thousand people for them died
No peace, or love, or hope
By the country who they loved back

"I have a deal today"
I heard this mumbled
Across the counter as I watched
The garbage piling in the Reflecting Pool
History had changed before my eyes
I felt the greed the man had
With all the product he sells
Fifty-Thousand dollars made each year
Not peace, or love, or hope
For the men who never came back


This was written in frustration after a visit to the Nations Capitol a while ago. At the base of the Lincoln Memorial, where two of the greatest event of American activism took place, is a group of merchants selling merchandise on the premise that it will bring the POW's home from VietNam. Not one could tell me how.

We are all equal but we’re individually different
and able to reach the impossible if we try.

© Copyright 2003 Bradly Stott - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2003-09-17 11:17 PM


Very moving, Bradly.  Your epilogue reminded me of the "flag sellers" who popped up like mushrooms all over LA after 9/11 and the "war".  It gave me so many mixed emotions it's hard to describe -- a sickening;  a cynical smirk;  a sense of humor;  a nod towards "capitalism";  a deep sense of wrong, shame, hopelessness and ultimately, serenity.  Seems "everything" has its price, metaphorically and literally.  Well done.

-MVS

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2 posted 2003-09-17 11:27 PM


This reminds me of the scene in the Bible when Jesus became righteously indignant when men were selling goats, and all sorts of animals for their sacrifices. They made the synogogue a place of money changers rather than the reverance it should have been. This made me think of that same feeling he felt in the Bible story. A place that was supposed to be for worship was tainted like this place you went to was tainted by merchandise. Thanks for sharing this!

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