"MH17..."

"MH17..."

A Poem by Chris
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"Who will place a marker in the field where the children are?"

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"Who will place a marker in the field where the children are?"

 

“MH17…”

 

How many times must “angels” fall

because of another’s decision to define their existence

- their self-worth and …humanity?

- their godliness and reverence

- their perception of personal power and purpose

- the rightness and righteousness of THEIR-alone-choice

in and with the blood, hurt, fear, tears and endings

of another?

 

And I know - KNOW - there WAS

a rush of

“YESSS” - and arms raised in celebration and

TRIUMPH!!

And - “We SHOWED THEM!!”

Glad-handing and backslaps…

yells, catcalls and pride-full-shouts!

…as infants,

children

brothers, sisters, cousins, parents -

…people…

fell through and from the sky

THIRTY-THREE      THOUSAND     FEET

and impacted the unyielding earth.

 

We’ve seen it all before …we have.

Witnessed over and over and still over again

as the chosen-to-be-guilty

became memories

…of someone’s wars

…of another’s times

…of personalized slaughters by-execution-by-decapitation-

by-massacre-by-bombs-by-gas-by-snipers-by-tortures-

by-hangings-by-burnings-by-crucifixtions-by-hunger

by choice

by whim

…by merely existing.

 

We’ve seen how many mass graves discovered?  And they

and their victims were the honest sense of honor,

pride, and purpose held by …“someone”?

They were and remain HIDDEN

…hidden… hidden by purpose and choice -

Hidden because of individuals’ sense

of rightness? -for what they did?

for what was done? …yeah, right… proud

and personal monuments to their “Cause”. 

Even the rivers hold their secrets while awaiting

the cease of winter’s melt and spring’s flow.

 

And we…

we memorialize the victims -

plaques, markers, …places,

community led prayers and individual remembrances,

candlelight vigils, walks …talks, poems… shared tears

ribbons, flowers, crosses, …stars…

personal “leavings” that mean something to US -

and after - well, people return and are heart-full again

touched …again

through the years - again

but nothing -

nothing ever remains of or for

…the killer, the choice-maker.

 

Who stands now

Fist to the sky

Pride FULL

With a joyous shout of “IT WAS I!!”

“I DID THIS!!”  …anyone?

Anyone at all?

 

"Who will place a marker in the field where the children are?"

 

Damn them all to their hell.

 

Chris

 

PS:  "What they left behind."  is a gallery of images on CNN's page.

 

 

 

 

 

Strange, how much goes on ‘tween the ticks’-

tocks, the feel and self sound of each pulse-

beat, of the rushing blood paused within the eyes-

blink, while the mind’s measure of our existence

fractures

as the world

…stops.

 

 

© 2015 Chris


Author's Note

Chris
Feel free

Be very careful - "What they left behind..." - breaks your soul. It isn't just one pic of just a watch ...the link is a full gallery to be cried over... a click on the pic advances you to the next and the next and...

According to a July 19, 2014 CNN report - "Eighty of the victims were children, the United Nations said."

October 14, 2014 - This past week it was reported that one of the bodies was found to be wearing an oxygen mask - the kind that deploy when a plane cabin loses air pressure... their deaths weren't ...instant.

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This is an exquisite piece of artistry..

Posted 10 Years Ago


Heart broken...link and others visited...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Nothing is proved, or made right
When the innocent die...

Amen, to each and every word written..


Jazz

Posted 10 Years Ago


What a tragedy for the victims and their families.
Senseless. It's heartbreaking.
It's a great poem Chris, but I really wish it were not necessary.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Truly heartbreaking...Such terrible to thing to happen. i do hope that proper authorities should do something about it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Always, your words are truth, emotion, raw, and impactful. Soul scraped? Is that a thing? A beautiful write from a place of great pain and wisdom.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I paused here with tears. I come by another time, when words find me, for I don't have them... not now, maybe not ever...

-Elisa



Posted 10 Years Ago


For once...I don't know what to say...my tears say it all ...

Posted 10 Years Ago


True this! Perhaps the most glaring wrong of all is the epic propensity of humans to initiate mass murder in their attempt to force their fanatical notions of right and wrong onto others. Wars of mass destruction fought over definitions of right and wrong shall surely lead to the extinction of our species. Our lack of common sense as far as following the Golden Rule is destine to make us part of the geological fossil record just above that of the silly dodo birds.

Posted 10 Years Ago


it happens again and again, the casualties that prove what? and to whom?
and they are proud of their deed?

innocent victims falling through the sky, hitting the "unyielding " ground...

it makes me cry...there is nothing else to do...nothing is accomplished, really...

just more damn death for the flimsiest of reasons...and no logic at all...

war doesn't have to be on battlefields and it doesn't have to be officially declared...and the victims don't have to be soldiers.

this is extremely moving, Chris.



Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Jacob, I did add some that I first chose to leave out. The CNN gallery I linked changed my mind..... read more

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