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For What Cries Conscience

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Today, the rebels moved their base of operation from Turkey to Syria. As the struggle to achieve freedom, we here in America must console ourselves with "we understand, we get it, we are behind you... etc." And for some of us, the Syrian situation is a mirror, a mirror perhaps with a safe-in-America-cloth covering it, but nevertheless, a mirror. To look the other way, is to deny reflection as a phenomena of ALL mankind. We could do more.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

For What Cries Conscience

To prepare

Does not the anvil welcome the touch of hot metal
The leverage to accept the hammer's destiny
While emotion of red cools to steel blue
Rendering edge now sharp
Its purpose prepared

To wield

Thrust past the warding hand
Slashes soft center
The gape of no scream
Peers past what light remains
Wishing for death

To live by the sword

On to the next village
Eyes of hatred
Dried open
Forever fixed
Knowing not the gentle breeze
Even as Nature's sentry by choice
Signals hardier winds behind
Life's purification always at the ready
Distinguishing not between enemy and innocents
Wishing only to fulfill its inward monitor

To die by the sword

Reflects but another day of habitual smoke and stench
Where ignorance exhausts hope
Collapsing into its own dead air
Where slow suffocation hidden
Fights to become the norm

For what
Cries conscience

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Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on September 24, 2012

To look the other way, is to deny reflection as a phenomena of ALL mankind. We could do more.

So sadly what most of humanity has done for centuries of bloody conflict on this planet.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on September 23, 2012

The Internet has brought us together. People worldwide no longer tolerate autocratic leaders. There could be a long, drawn-out nonviolent struggle or a more rapid revolution which is been happening in country after country. What is sad is that the autocratic rulers of these countries think they have the upper hand because they control the military and can unleash it on the people at any time. It is sad what is happening, but to engage in another Afghanistan would put our country to risk. Better to continue to set a good example by solving our difference with heated elections.

Ron

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on September 23, 2012

So unsettling, the sombre truth behind your unflinching words here, Odin. The tools of war are forever being forged in the common heart and mindset of modern man and their weapons wielded as words prior to actual incursion or invasion. A cold sweat runs through me as if watching an out-of-control fire heading on a strong wind towards me when there's nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide. Village by village the global community ignites. Too awful for my mind to fully comprehend. Total helplessness and utter personal futility can only be combatted by a sense of trying to make a difference to the lives of the people down your street. And the need is to act now, while we still can; at least, for that cries conscience. xx

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on September 23, 2012

Your poetic eyes have been focusing differently in the last two poems, Odinsan. Seeing a monster (in our backyards or from a distance) that cannot be quelled is frustrating. Like a tsunami that rushes in and runs its course. Seems these tragedies make up the lionshare of human history. Seems also that this world is irrevocably headed towards WW3. Your last phrase (a poignant one) seems (to me) to ask a question, or sigh in desperation. There are times, I believe, when an individual's helplessness seems far greater than their ability to affect positive changes. Your insights will move upon any heart that is willing to be moved. Peace ...

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on September 22, 2012

It is devastating to look at this and the village to village. All lives. And the mirror never seems to have a reply. You have wielded this into a great statement, Odin.

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