Life in Wartime

Its possible to watch the warring nations live! Everyday!
It seems the movers and shakers fashioned it this way
The ultimate reality TV is another push button choice
Our view is broadcast unendingly we need never use our voice

The speakers of truth must now grow in number and strength
Gatherings of bright minds must build breadth and length
As images of pain and displeasure appear and reappear
Paths leading to reason must become evermore clear

Time to remove the lock and throw open the gate
We must be the ones to determine our own fate
When the moment comes to choose compassion or hate
Pray the decision to love never comes too late

This latest war has become a war of information waged by religious and capitalist power cells with the people of the world as the ultimate prize to the victor. Every person on the planet is engaged in this very public war on some level, directly or indirectly. It is gorged with battles being fought in the minds of all the people. Among the weapons are video and audio, sight and sound, as well as the weapons that physically kill and maim. We are challenged by these actions to seek out the truth, to mentally and physically take actions of our own to resist bombardment of media bytes and images that are themselves the weapons of mass destruction. If we do not we are easy prey to the barrage of vital updates, reports, news, opinions and deeds. Upon the field of play are the greatest and smallest nations, the foolish and the learned. The entire world has a live feed to all the action. It is an information war like no other.

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The Flight of the Dove

Our finest day was
Our darkest hour
We knew little
Of our hidden power
To unite with conviction
In all that we’ve done
A power as vital as the son who
Taught us to give and live as one

We know this now
We see it as true
It flows in our veins
It propels what we do
It is goodness that guides us
And encourage it we must
For in doing so shall all
Our hope we entrust to
A future of bountiful
Spiritual Love
Out of ashes and smoke
Comes the flight of the dove

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

These words have soothed and molded
how my thoughts take shape and form
thus leading to action that is conseqently born
into a world that is wide with open arms
or shuns in varying shouldered degrees
I've learned to trust in what they reveal
closer yet to something in which to believe..

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishment the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captaain of my soul.