Ecce Historia. Such is History.
by Helga Ross
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The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
~ William Wordsworth
September 1, 1939
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie...
Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
~ W. H. Auden
Tides awash with negativity,
Spewing songs of sexual obscenity,
Strident cries shout down humanity,
Religious mania, media-driven insanity,
Political power plays, military profanity,
Everywhere we turn.
How do we respond?
Stonewall hearts from sensitivity,
Foreclose minds on common decency,
Forestall doubts by complacency,
Hideaway from risk’s ascendancy,
Twist souls in degeneracy,
Will we not learn?
We dare not despond!
We’ve been here before.
We’re still here, again.
We WILL go on!
For godsakes, folks!
Push it back!
Fend it off!
Turn it off!
Tune it out!
Vote it out!
Kick it out!
Duke it out!
Get up and get even!
Let’s pull ourselves together!
Shape up! Wind ourselves up!
Gird our mind-bending armor,
Sharpen our mental detectors.
Fight to the death for our sanity!
Look within for spiritual security.
Meditate for emotional tranquillity.
Weed soul’s garden of surfeit hostility.
If need be, seek psychotherapy!
Demand from our leadership
(government, businesses, industry)
Circumspection and maturity,
Good sense and a plan for ego-driven vanity,
A modicum of humility,
A tad of lucidity.
Dearth of cupidity,
And, praise be, small evidence of stupidity.
I have faith in us: We the People
We’ll see what becomes of us, won’t we?
Here’s to Us!
Don’t make me wrong!
© Helga Ross 2003
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I so hope your are right to have faith in people to do what is right, Helga. I'm not so confident anymore. Powerful message here. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Richard Malinowski (Reader)
|You got me going, Helga,
I'm not easy to move but you did it again!
|Reviewed by Rodney Bohen
Keep talking girl!
Rodney Evan Bohen
|Reviewed by Kay P Devenish
|Reviewed by Jimmy Holder
|I like this!
Not just for its correct message, but for its style!
You are miles ahead of us all, but i don't know, maybe you shouldn't bet on "us!"
After all, we have some serious problems as you so accurately, and articulately point out.
-- One of the most intelligently written poems I've ever read!