Sound of Plenty (Depends Where You Are Standing)
As a little boy I used to watch and listen to such things with utter reverence.
The greatest, most incredible thing in the world to behold.
I am older now. While no longer a little boy I still think about him while taking this in.
Only the little boy doesn't look like me this time.
The little boy doesn't talk like me this time.
The little boy's "Saviour" he is supposed to grow up believing in doesn't look like mine was to in pictures and paintings and murals.
His house looks different.
Neighborhood different, w/a not-so-eerie sameness.
His name is different.
But, he is still silenced......by the same....sound.
The men and women who pilot such machines most certainly have an incredible responsibility they strap on their backs every morning they wake up.
They know this ofcourse. I am glad they are protectors; though wishing there were no need.
It's just that I hope their commanding officers
And their bosses' bosses read history books
And all got good grades in math.
I hope so,
For that little boy.
-mwyork, 1800hrs, 19-May-2008
Papilio rutulus
Peace, shalom, salaam,
-mwyork
1 comment:
Matt,
Thanks for the thoughts and the occasion to think.
peace,
bd
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