The Poetry of Invictus or Inflicted on US?

Poetry is the language of the soul.  Men try and face the fear of violence. For a man to be defeated is shameful.

What if crying releases tension as a human and is not a weakness?

What if to bow one’s head is to honour the other in humility?  They too are suffering on behalf of beliefs.

What if every soldier is afraid, indeed terrified at the prospect of being killed?  Perhaps this is why many get Post Traumatic Stress.

Is fearlessness numbing (suppressing) their humanity or no longer fearful of death, accepting fate with a sense of surrender to fate?

Poetry can be interpreted by anyone in anyway, always it reveals the inner sense of the one reading.  For me I view the unconquerable soul as my own salvation so that I can fearlessly write truth without fear or favour in the knowledge I will be surveiled, monitored, set-up, suppressed and demonised if it shakes a sacred cow or threatens an unquestioned belief. I can become an enemy without even knowing it, even if my intent is truth.

It is unlikely I will be awarded a medal of courage for risking my life which I have done many times.

My poem below ‘Invictus’ is called ‘Inflicted on US’ as I feel inspired to speak from the heart.

We all have different perspectives, interpretations of life and if those at war can open their minds to diverse viewpoints without automatically seeing an enemy, there is REAL HOPE for all of us.

We are suffering from your pain, beloved.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.

Inflicted On US?

Is war inflicted on Us?

Every night the violence, shootings, murder play out as a story,

What of the real life horror?

Where wars are not games?

Where the war is never winning given endless war theorems?

Where war tears apart families, communities and burns cities to the ground?

Where landmines are not children’s toys?

For this is the war of boys that is an endless war creating more terror?

My heart cries for man kind?

Where is the kind man that sits down and talks to his enemy awaiting a friend?

What if the love you withhold is the pain you carry?

Can you face the pain of your war?

What if the spoils of war is depleted uranium – a 4 billion year half life?

Is the injuries, the mental health problems, the poverty, trauma and PTSD?

What if the kite that flies is not a drone that spies?

What if we make peace the purpose of war?

Not a label to justify atrocities
but reciprocity that exchanges solutions?

Can we peace build rather than blow up bridges to peace?

Can we invest in peace education rather than war games?

For one faces war in awareness the other escapes life to go to war to win?
What for?

Can we teach men the courage of facing inner wars not projecting outer fears onto innocence?

Can we allow tears to flow instead of bombs to let go?

Can we invest in progress rather than a fight to the bottom?

 

What if competition is at the base of all war?

Where he must win to prove he is a man?

What if his manhood is displayed in solving the problem not hating the person?

What if to win/win is the real End Game?

 

What if we were to drop Defence and stand vulnerable in courage?

Can you disarm with truth and allow life to show you the way home?

Can you fall to your knees in humility as you see you brother as yourself?

 

Can we stop the war game as chess and start the World Peace Game to release stress
asks Buckminster Fuller?

Where we all come together to learn to live in peace and acceptance despite:

religion;

race;

culture;

creed;

greed;

And find the middle ground is not a battle field but a field of flowers?

For when many pass over they find themselves in a glowing field where light shimmers from blade of grass,

To enlighten ourselves is to know that you are me and I am you,

The New Earth Army of Jim Channon inspires ‘the gentleness is the strength’,

For it is to be aggressive or strong to belong?

This is the ONE song singing to you,

To no longer inflict war on US but to resolve conflict with US,

For this is the rainbow bridge you must cross,

If peace is the End Game.

 

Mohandas Gandhi

“Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances.”

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