As Remembrance Day approaches, it brought up many emotions. I composed this poem in dedication to every innocent life ever lost in war, regardless of country or creed. I utterly refuse to dismiss or demonize another human life simply because we are told they are enemies. Those who fight at the front lines, do so to protect the ones they love; they are often left with little to no choice.
In my poem, I talk about individuality and stand by that. There seems to be a great confusion between what it is to be united vs everyone acting and thinking the same. To me that seems like insanity, for reality is we see life through our independent set of glasses and those are never the same as our neighbor. This nonsensical desire to melt into one, is to me a great misunderstanding of deeper concepts.
I foment individuality because when we embrace our core, when we embrace all of ourselves with our light and darkness, we stop living in rigid delusion. We develop a better understanding of deeper concepts found within life, we develop strength and the ability to think for ourselves vs being told what to think.
Let us not confuse being humane with all acting the same. Let us not confuse standing together with all needing to behave as if we are all robots; for whenever a society foments a herd, there are the so called “shepherds” willing to lead–not always in our best interest.
Unless one has looked into the eyes of the one on the other side of the trigger, one cannot begin to understand how taking a life can mark you, much more if our soul does not understand why.
It is for those whose lives were taken and for those who have to live with the memory of the lives they took, that this is written; to honor them. Honoring the nightmares those who survive have to live with, and to honor the memory of those who no longer walk this earth but are remembered by those they left behind.
What is war but sickening greed Where the ones pulling the strings Remain hiding in undeserving safety. What is war but the loss of human life Where there are no winners in either side But emptiness and pain Within the hearts of loved ones left behind. The ancient code of honor now dead, Once we fought with honesty and courage Now we fight for corporate greed Innocent blood sacrificed for their sins. One by one idealistic souls line up One by one, I too take my place In the background the only music I hear Are the heart wrenching cries of my wife and child Calling to me "please come back" For a moment my spirit hesitates I want to look back, but I can't I know if I do, I will lose my nerve. Scared but determined I leave my loved ones behind To fight a war that isn't really mine Meantime my fellow marching men Torn between country and self. How frail is our compassion Like thin glass, easily it shatters How frail is our resolve for love When facing the monster of hate and its sword Is this really our nature? I ask Are we just nothing but puppets wearing masks? How weak are we when we stop listening to our heart The result of giving up our individuality To become nothing but sheep On the empty field I hear bombs like thunder Bullets like poison snakes forcing surrender Everywhere I see there is pain Broken bodies... Broken souls... While my ears listen to their screams I fear I shall lose my sanity. I look up and see him standing His rifle aimed at my heart No one prepared me for this Within his eyes there is no hate Just another soul forced to be here By the hypocrisy of wealthy men. I rise my own weapon Neither one of us pulls the trigger We are both shaking, missing the comfort of home Is this our last moment? If so, I fear there is no God. "God is dead" long ago it was proclaimed At this moment I believe this to be true For we live in a world where brother kills brother Humanity has been sacrificed God no longer hear us She was murdered by puppeteers in disguise. A bomb explodes unexpectedly Without thinking our fingers pull the trigger One last look at my fallen brother He is as scared as I am We fall to the ground This is our end Blood flows like a river As we take our last sigh Peace is the forgotten dove Which hopelessly seeks refuge No place to land, in world drowning in hate. As my spirit takes off, I look back I weep not just for those I love I weep for all humanity I weep for those yet to be born Oh, mother earth, how deep is your pain You are kept torn between love And the vanity of false masters When it comes to the evil in men's hearts Not much has changed I look around, there is my brother in arms The one I was to hate, not understanding why As we embrace in a place of no space and time Our hearts call out to those left behind... May you rise with dignity May you learn to use your voice And your capacity of choice May you remember before you take a life That is your brother or sister They too have families that loved them They too are sacred and divine. Sofia E. Falcone