Old men make war and young men make babies and one wonders if that does not translate into envy at a level never before spoken.
Which is why in my fantasy and under my government the old men who make war would be marched upon an open field as their armies watched and permitted no required to fight each other to the death.
Twenty or more old men killing themselves and each other might abolish the need for war.
Combatants would march upon the field in groups of twenty to a kill much like the gladiators of a more barbaric past as young men watch for a new survivor.
The power mad and the power hungry could next take the field and killing could be reduced to hundreds instead of hundreds of thousands.
Body counts would be mandatory until those watching remember Moses’ instructions to the Levites to kill father, brother, and kin for evil transgressions against God.
For all wars in the carnal are intrinsically evil when one forgets who the real profiteers are.
Evil is no respecter of alleged religious persuasions for it abounds everywhere
In The Christian, The Moslem, The Jew, The Buddhist, The Hindu, The Sikh, The Taoist, The Atheist and yes even you and I are tainted with impurities.
So I ask you parents of the young will you join in my vision and send the old men off to war.
The old men who harbor hatred as if it was ever anything more than genocide’s tool.
The old men for whom the death angel awaits closer than they can comfortably bear.
The old men who dream dreams of I remember as they become piranhas tearing at the flesh of youth which screams I am the product of a new vision.
The old men who finance biological poison and germs to kill humanity.
Do you not realize that AIDS was the result of a man made virus?
Do you not remember the Tuskegee experiment?
Do you not remember the slaughter of African-American soldiers on American soil.
Do you not remember Pearl Harbor?
Do you not remember the destruction of the library at Alexandria which housed over 300,000 papyrus scrolls?
Do you not remember the Spanish Inquisition?
The Salem witch trials?
The holocaust in Germany?
The Trail of tears, and the blankets contaminated with smallpox which were given to Native Americans?
Do you not remember Sennacherib and Egypt?
Do you not remember Servius Tullius, a Roman emperor who started the class system based upon property?
Do you not remember the German and Polish war?
Not World War II but the German Polish war of 1003.
Do you not recognize the face of the enemy?
He is old, he is power mad, he is greedy, he is vicious,
he is covetous, he is deadly, and he is not just White or Asian, or Black.
He is everyman who seeks to destroy other men for no other reasons
Save greed, brutality, and fear of victim payback.
He is an old man as old as time itself
And it is time we demand that he
Bite the dust of his creation and he alone fight his contemporaries.
Those twenty odd other old men whose dreams of glory are never realized without war and the slaughter of young men and women everywhere and in every country.
What will I fight for as an old woman?
My unprotected babies of every hue who have no idea that the emperors are indeed without clothing.
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Long Healthy Life may you live to teach many, as a living witness of all times...
You bear that PSYCHOBIOLOGY of the woman that saw the Romans Soldiers stealing the scrolls of Alexandria, before they set fire on its libraries.
"What will I fight for as an old woman?"
That old woman is fighting for Justice... and the first step is made with "Visions of an old woman".
You, Daughter of The Great Poet... You are dropping dews of Justice that will reflect the light of the Sun of a new Day for us to remember what was done wrong and stand up to follow the road of Justice through learning.
"Visions of an old woman" is the door for the visions of our youth, and wake up bells to call Humankind to Justice.
I feel very privileged to be a listener of that old woman, and honored to be a reader of this
Master Poet and wise Daughter of The Great Poet.
I Salute you, Master Poet Marion Hooper with the accolades of my heart.
My gratitude respect and admiration.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU