In the fields of hate
I wandered…
I counted severed skulls, charred bodies
mementos strewn about…
I smelled blood
way too fresh, too red
dark red…
I took two steps back.
Only to catch a wider view
Nay, too vivid…
a field enveloped by dark despair
the sky’s too unforgiving to think —
salvation is at all possible.
Everywhere I looked
bespoke of trespass and horror —
everything is base, vile and low.
Why didn’t I think of it before
that anger could be sown
planted and grown?
That distance, discord and drift —
could be harvested, collected
placed in a neat vessel?
To be given back as revenge –
violence dressed as militance.
Humans are born alone
trapped in bodies too weak or too severe.
Raised by lingering doubts —
worked up, waned and warped by experiences
fueled by creeping sorrows.
Disappointments – too many for mention
dreams are woven and shattered
on a daily basis.
When does pain begin to petrify?
How is longing transformed —
into an image of the cold?
The path from gladness to madness
to tread that track –
rather too easily, a child’s play…
Want suppressed become pure hatred
to a man burdened – with murder at heart.
Everyone is suspect
everything is disposable
appetite for destruction revved up
with each step, with each conquest…
Lunacy is oft methodical
careful and systematic
wrath must spare no one —
to cut, to break, to slit into pieces.
What is it like to be in a battle?
Is it true – all those deafening sounds
the explosions, the confusion, the rush?
Do men gather to defend the borders
do women bewail and bemoan
the death of children and infants
are fences really driven over
do animals scamper about?
So it happens, sadly so –
the burning, the shooting
the public display of the defiant
rape, pillage and plunder…
We’ve been taught
these are things of the past
we are civilized now – sophisticated
blood and gore belong to the barbarians.
But I looked around
and saw for myself
this vast incomprehensible creation
an artwork beyond compare —
ghastly, avant-garde, extraordinaire…
a cacophany of lives left behind in a hurry
a shocking display of things lying around —
to be erased, forgotten, never to be remembered.
In the fields of hate, I wandered
and learned about fear and its companions.
Take my hand
there’s a chance, albeit slim
the way to peace is possible…
though
it maybe
far… 🙂
* This poem was written a year ago, a few days after Christmas after a very unfortunate incident. It is being published here as a sympathy post to the Connecticut shooting – condolence to the bereaved parents, siblings and to humanity – for the incalculable loss and sufferings…
** The piece is copyrighted. If sharing or republishing, please link it back here and give credit to the author. For permission to reproduce, please write to onholdcynicism@yahoo.com. Thanks. 🙂
*** The next post will be about gratitude. It will be a short one, promise…
Wishing everybody a peaceful Christmas on the day said to be the end of the world – as we know it…. 😉
Wow, this is written so beautifully! And yes, I believe that peace is possible. We should never give up hope. My prayers go to everyone who are going through a tough time.
Happy holidays, ‘San!
Hello, Nadia… Thank you for the wow. 🙂 Peace is an elusive thing but i do hope it will come around. Or, at least, that people will come around to realizing that it is something we must work on everyday… 🙂
Thank you for the greetings. Have a pleasant December, dear. 🙂
So moving and beautifully written. Wishing for peace around the world.
Thank you, Ms. lady fi… 🙂 Peace around the world – let us keep wishing. 🙂
‘When does pain begin to petrify?’ There’s a question! And a beautiful post for the tragedy of now… there seem always to be too many tragedies at Christmas. Wishing you a peaceful one this season 🙂
hala, I don’t know, really… Would you? ;)… Thanks, Alarna. Maybe they come to show our threshold of pain and store of goodwill, eh? You, too. May this season come peaceful, warm and restful – to you and your loved ones. Cheers! 🙂
i immensely enjoyed reading this post San!
chill n take care!
Thanks, PC. Regards to you… 🙂
if fear and hate have companions, peace has legions. HAKHAKHAK. XD
ahaha, legions talaga? uy, kapatid, sana nga… as in, sana nga. hakhakhak. Merry, Happy Christmas! mwah, mwah and hugs! 🙂
I still cannot quite wrap my mind around what took place at Sandy Hooky Elementary. Every time I try to consider looking innocent faces in the eye and then imagine taking their lives, I shiver. How? Why?
This poem you wrote so very clearly explores that sinister evil that unfortunately does exist in our world; however, we can take solace and comfort in knowing that for every awful deed, there is someone, somewhere executing it with a gift of love, of kindness. I must believe this and I do. I pray you do as well.
A very Merry Christmas to you and praying this holiday finds you loved and kept.
~ Cara
Hello, Cara… Merry Christmas. Thanks for dropping by and leaving a wonderful message. 🙂
The Sandy Hooky incident cuts to the core and will likely bring us sorrow every time it visits our thoughts and memories. That is really, really sad… ^^
Thank you for reading and the appreciation. Yes, I would like to believe as you do that for every evil and low deed, someone, somewhere is trying to compensate for it with kindness and love. And that humans will always try to work towards peace and betterment… 🙂
May the season be kind and restful for you, too. I wish you health and peace of mind. Cheers to you and your loved ones! 🙂
Hi! Season’s Greetings to you. Happy blogging.
hello… happy yuletide season to you, too. thanks for dropping by. warm regards… 🙂
Thank you.
🙂 🙂
Merry Christmas San!
Huuuuugs… Kisseeeeeeees ^_^
Merry, happy Christmas, Froggy! ahaha, ang dami… 🙂 hugs din, mwah, mwah!
<– Im a fan 🙂
Merry Christmas ate .
am your fan likewise. mutual admiration society kita, hihihi… 😉
salamat. Happy yuletide season to you, kapatid… 🙂
Yeah great post. I enjoyed reading your article.
thanks, Reyn… happy yuletide season… 🙂
Hello ! It’s been awhile, huh. Well, happy 2013 t0 you and Cheers ! May you have a prosperous and fruiful this year and all the years of your life.
hello, Ren, dear… Many happy returns to you as well. May this year and the years ahead keep you well, busy and happy as a bee. Cheerio! 🙂
Oooops ! It’s 2:54 AM here… typo ! ” May this year be prosperous and fruitful, and all the years to come !”
noted po. ayos lang ‘yon, kapatid. winter na winter na ryan? 😉 🙂
where are you?? happy new year!
hello, PC… ah, had to attend to things. busy early part of the year. am sleepy now, hahaha. how have things been? Happy, happy New Year, friend! 😉 🙂
Moving words, San. The horror of what happened at that school is unspeakable (I can’t allow it room in my thoughts for very long without the black tide that is my sometime-opinion of humanity threatening to rush in.) Some days I scour the news for those acts of remarkable love and kindness that I know are also happening to convince myself the scales are tipping.
Thanks, Tori… Yes, we must be able to drive away the black tide, they rush in, as you say… And oh, I even watch TV programs about good deeds, ahaha, to convince myself maybe, that the blackness in the human heart does not always win… 🙂 Thanks for dropping by. Like the rubics, btw… 😉
Beautifully written……as if I can feel and smell the pain.
hello, doc… thanks, very much. warm regards 🙂
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