I arrived in New York City a week ago.
How can the world tolerate a state that assassinates as casually as we drink a morning cup of coffee?
We are committing suicide by granting them immunity to spread their vaunted supremacy.
Beautiful sentiments eloquently expressed. Thank you so much for your unwavering support of truth and justice.
Here’s the chorus from Phil Ochs,
“Too many martyrs and too many dead
Too many lies, too many empty words were said
Too many times for too many angry men
Oh let it never be again.”
The song is 60 years old and it’s audience of liberal, good people, as we used to call ourselves, are probably, mostly, still voting DNCORP, and supporting Israel, like good Germans supported the NAZI Party.
Let me just quote from the end of another Phil Ochs song:
"Won't see the golden of the sun when I'm gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I'm gone
Can't be singin' louder than the guns while I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here." !
Love Phil Ochs.
Exactly.
beautiful and bitter-bittersweet
I hope you won't mind my sharing a poem from years ago that was brought to mind these last few days.
Lebanon Again
Beyond the empty windows
Books and broken toys
Lie scattered down the burning ripped-up road.
Roses entwine with rows of smoke
Rising from reborn ruins.
Scent of incense, rosemary mild,
Mixes with garlic and olive and burning alive.
There is no place for these words in this world:
Spontaneous combustion, retaliation
Act of nature, precision,
Self-defense.
Boughs are broken
By the side of the road
A cradle bursts into flames.
The cedars are fallen.
Still falling
Falling again.
Asia Literary Review Spring 2007 Vol. 4
By Joy Al-Sofi, revised 09/29/24
Thank you, Sam, for helping us understand what is happening.
“…life is honored by hearing of martyrs, for no one knows what might rise from their ashes.”
Since it reads like a prayer, Amen.
How can the world tolerate a state that assassinates as casually as we drink a morning cup of coffee?
We are committing suicide by granting them immunity to spread their vaunted supremacy.
Beautiful sentiments eloquently expressed. Thank you so much for your unwavering support of truth and justice.
Here’s the chorus from Phil Ochs,
“Too many martyrs and too many dead
Too many lies, too many empty words were said
Too many times for too many angry men
Oh let it never be again.”
The song is 60 years old and it’s audience of liberal, good people, as we used to call ourselves, are probably, mostly, still voting DNCORP, and supporting Israel, like good Germans supported the NAZI Party.
Let me just quote from the end of another Phil Ochs song:
"Won't see the golden of the sun when I'm gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I'm gone
Can't be singin' louder than the guns while I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here." !
Love Phil Ochs.
Exactly.
beautiful and bitter-bittersweet
I hope you won't mind my sharing a poem from years ago that was brought to mind these last few days.
Lebanon Again
Beyond the empty windows
Books and broken toys
Lie scattered down the burning ripped-up road.
Roses entwine with rows of smoke
Rising from reborn ruins.
Scent of incense, rosemary mild,
Mixes with garlic and olive and burning alive.
There is no place for these words in this world:
Spontaneous combustion, retaliation
Act of nature, precision,
Self-defense.
Boughs are broken
By the side of the road
A cradle bursts into flames.
The cedars are fallen.
Still falling
Falling again.
Asia Literary Review Spring 2007 Vol. 4
By Joy Al-Sofi, revised 09/29/24
Thank you, Sam, for helping us understand what is happening.
“…life is honored by hearing of martyrs, for no one knows what might rise from their ashes.”
Since it reads like a prayer, Amen.