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Path

So where is it
The path to peace
Ordinary people want
While silly
Little boys
Rattle their toys
Mythbots promote their just-war stories

Children ask for peace
Our world watches
Business-without-borders
Carries on as usual

And Elmer Gantry is re-born

And we hear
That they
Deny deny deny
Someone who knows who
Someone bombed
Another power plant

Another school

In America are prayers for peace

You just gotta love Americans …
… well some americans
The questions they ask …
That Canadians might
Get so brave

And in the Holyland there is a meeting of the peoples of the book as The Pope prays for peace.

In America a Rabbi asks for Peace

Somewhere a voice for peace whispers

Where are the lines
Between the dots
What a picture
How hard was it
To draw then
A picture of peace now

As peace might be
In the invisible land

A traveller
Might wonder
Where are the signs

Meanwhile back in Canada

Business goes on

As we … Watch … Do we approve
Do we object
Do we sit silent
Do we speak
What may we say

Besides wasn’t that path always
Just a wee bit
On the crooked?

Once so delicate
Now clearly defined
From walls and tarmac

And on the road
Of good intentions
Who is responsible
For truth
For propaganda
That feeds the fire
Not I said all those
Who danced their way
Through the motions
Of each their own
Through that ultimate
Dance of war

Some once again
Some ask important questions
Tell the odd important story

Some honour the memories
Of their ancesters
It’s a human thing
To remember our past
Revere our homeland.

Some donate to peace they think
But do they really know
Some pray for victory
While they fight
For the right
To bear arms

And make music
But is that so important
Even necessary some say
Maybe even dangerous

As they ban instruments

Surely not still

As foolish as all this sounds
Might we wonder
That children
Turn to rocks and guns

Some would lay blame
Upon their culture
So backwards they say
What they need no doubt
Is democracy
While some claim
It’s time for parents
To speak out
Against violence

For some meanwhile
As the saying goes
Debate continues.

Some try to create
A new path

Operator please

machinations

Pop-out words …
Machinations
Rope-a-dope
Perspection …butt you can’t say that
Arbitrage …
Good … now I won’t have to read the book.

Well can we say this?

Hmmm … This, that and the other … You know you can say what you want … Whether you may and whether anyone believes you is the other and the Other. And … There are the typos … And … Do Freudian slips happen in media?

TOS … When the user agreement is just too long is it its IT Department that we call or do we tell ourselves it’s wiser to keep moving?

As long as you keep moving … How can anyone pin you down? Famous quote … Hmmm … someone named Papillon I think.

Arbitrage Machinations? Do you have a formula? Well …

ΜΡ ΘΥ

Honour
Acknowledge
Respect
Protect

Harp of the Spirit
History of Ancient Kings

Question

As I look at the lovely paintings and carvings and churches I cannot help but realize that, however much they were inspired by a greater vision and faith, these pieces of art and architecture were done by the hand of man. I wonder whether the particular creator-man was compensated for his work, whether his belly was kept full, his body decently and warmly clothed and whether he was befriended by whichever benefactor was trading his gains for heavenly indulgences.

As I read the stories and quasi-histories that accompany the lovely images I stop painfully at words like “butchered” when some unreferenced passage describes the action of the “other” as an act of wanton destruction and aggression always against themselves as the innocents.

Then I recall those words reminding me that history is always written by the victor. As much as I want to openly feel faith, hope and charity for ancient holy shrines and those who are sincerely trying to preserve their history and culture, I am always just a wee bit sceptical.

In the Land of the Ancients, one place may be called by several names and its history retold through several distinctly different stories depending upon who is doing the story-telling.

There is the story which recounts the time when Jerusalem was a kingdom.