Wednesday, February 01, 2006

The World is Ineffective

The brain can't take it all. The stimulation of war, religion, speeches...I just can't keep up. I've felt before like I want to; I want to be informed, but seriously I can't hold all that information. I read up on Israel, what's going on over there is VERY significant (I suppose what is going on anywhere is VERY significant also) none the less, I like it there... so, I like to pray for that place. But then I think of Iraq, and the crazy "Crusade" like clash of Republican Christian radical extremists fighting on behalf of freedom for the American dream, against our enemies; the enemies we only presume to love if it does not hurt our American pride.
But really, who am I? I don't know all the answers, I only know that this is not any different from some of our past ways of trying to solve wars that only got worse.
It makes me think of my own wars. See, it is easy for me to blame the government, or them, but not look at myself. I think what is so disappointing to me is that I know I am a part of this. My everyday choices effect the world. I sometimes think there is nothing I can do about it, but I know that the truth is I can and have the ability TO do something about whatever IT is. I am so filled with a passion to speak out, but do I speak love and truth to my enemies in the here and now, right around me? I hope so. All this to say, I am really sad we are in war, and I dedicate this to the Iraqis dying, suffering, being held hostage, or interrogated. And to the Americans fighting, and the families waiting in questions.

Crying Shame - Jack Johnson

It's such a tired game,
Will it ever stop?
How will this all play out
Out of sight out of mind

By now we should know how to communicate
Instead of coming to blows, We're on a roll
And there ain't no stopping us now
We're burning under control
Isn't it strange how we're all burning under the same sun?

Buy now and save, it's a war for peace
It's the same old game
But do we really want to play?
We could close our eyes its still there
We could say it's us against them
We could try but nobody wins

Gravity has got a hold on us all
We could try to put it out, but it's a growing flame
Using fear as fuel
Burning down our name
And it won't take too long
Words all burn the same
And who are we going to blame now?

It's such a crying, crying, crying shame

By now it's beginning to show
A number of people are numbers that aren't coming home
I could close my eyes it's still there
Close my mind be alone
I could close my heart and not care
But gravity has got a hold on us all
It's a terrific price to pay

But in the true sense of the word
Are we using what we've learned?
But in the true sense of the word
Are we losing what we were?

It's such a tired game
Will it ever stop?
It's not for me to say
Is it in our blood or is it in our fate?
And how will this all play out?
Out of sight, out of mind
Who are we going to blame all in all?

It's just a crying, crying, crying shame

1 comment:

Carla said...

Good point Anne!
I think what you wrote is so true!
You are an amazing writer, I love to read your thoughts...keep it up!
Love you my friend!