A Somewhat Other Mother’s Day by Pat Garcia
Two Thousand One,
War on Planet Earth began,
Step by step,
Country by country,
From east to west,
And north to south,
Culture fighting culture,
Tradition struggling tradition,
Religion prodding religion,
Race killing race,
Nationality prevaricating nationality,
Men predating women,
Power strangling,
Dictators glorified,
Women pained,
Children borne,
Bombs blasted in the air,
People died.
Two Thousand Three
Victory proclaimed!
Yet,
Guns still heard,
Human bombs exploded,
Culture against culture,
Tradition against tradition,
Religion against religion,
Race against race
Nationality against nationality.
Supermen appeared,
No one understood them,
People died.
Two Thousand Eleven,
War continued to spread,
From east to west,
And north to south.
Talks began,
Discussions faltered,
Chemicals perfumed the air,
Children gasped and suffocated,
Women mourned,
Hands wrung in despair,
The helpless shut their eyes
As they entered eternity.
People died.
Two Thousand Fourteen,
Planet Earth restless,
Country by country,
From east to west,
And north to south.
Culture fighting culture,
Tradition struggling tradition,
Religion prodding religion,
Race killing race,
Nationality prevaricating nationality,
Dissension deepened,
Hatred increased,
Guns sounded out,
Human bombs exploded,
Bombs burst in the air,
People died.
Two Thousand Fifteen,
Human carcasses covered Planet Earth.
The ocean’s mouth opened wide,
Welcoming the feed, it received from above.
Nature blossomed; bodies fertilized its soil.
People talked,
Negotiations stalled,
Guns shot,
Human bombs exploded,
Bombs from planes killed,
As dilapidated boats on the sea transported people to their graves,
People died.
What is this disease?
That prevents us from seeing,
From hearing,
From feeling.
Grace extinct?
Mercy obsolete?
Compassion passé?
Two Thousand Sixteen,
May eighth,
Women force into prostitution,
Babies fish out of the sea,
Bombs from planes kill,
Human bombs explode,
Refugees on the run,
Barbwire fences rise,
Soldiers protect borders,
Men talk,
Governments negotiate,
People die,
And well we…
We celebrate Mother’s Day.
Shalom Aleichem,
Pat Garcia
- Posted in: Mother's Day ♦ Viewpoint
- Tagged: A Somewhat Other Mother's Day, Mother's Day, Pat Garcia, Poetry
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Love this so much pat.. It’s playing as a song in my head.
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Thank you, my dear Linda for coming by. It has been playing a song in my head and my heart for weeks. The tragedies, the horrors that mankind afflicts upon itself. We have forgotten that life is the most valuable asset that we have.
Shalom Aleichem,
Patricia
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Will it ever end…?
Peace to you this Mother’s Day, Patricia. Thank you.
Shalom,
Samantha
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Peace to you, my dear friend.
Will it ever end? is a question that I have been asking myself. To be honest with you, I don’t know. However, I hope soon.
Shalom Aleichem,
Patricia
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A powerful interpretation. Sad but true, the problem, and the beat goes on. We need a good drummer. Well said Pat.
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Thank you for coming by Patricia. I agree we do need a good drummer, but we need more than one. After what has happened in the past ten days, we should all be shouting no more war.
Shalom Aleichem,
Patricia
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So many sad truths, stacked one next to the other. After the stack collapses, – – – WHAT ALL THE MOTHERS NEVER DESERVED!
Thank you, Pat, for telling as it is, and we are tearfully moved by what you have told.
Shalom,
Joe rubin
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Good Morning Joe,
Thank you for coming by. Yesterday, Syrians who had hidden in the mountains in Northern Syria, who had established their own refugee camp in their homeland, thinking they would be safe there, were bombed. Innocent lives lost to the cause of war and the most of them children. Whole families were wiped out. The days ahead look bleak. There is no leader to be found at the moment that can bring an end to the massacres that are happening on Planet Earth.
Shalom Aleichem,
Patricia
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Thank you Pat for this terrifying reality … it cannot be ignored.
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Thank you, my dear Susan, for coming by. Yes, it is a terrifying reality and it is one where all the people on this planet need to stand up and shout against.
Shalom Aleichem,
Patricia
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This is very true – but the picture you paint with words here, scares me and is horrifying. Still: it takes us back to reality.
Thank you for this post.
Hugs
AJ
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Thank you A.J.
I am happy today is Mother’s Day but there is a drama playing out before our eyes and we are involved even though we try to isolate ourselves. Children are being slaughtered and we dare not overlook it.
Shalom Aleichem,
Patti
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AJ is so right. It’s hard to celebrate in a world that seems to have gone mad. Seems as if the end times are already here.
Love, Micki
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Micki,
That is could be very true. Either we are in the end times or we are ushering in the end times with our lack of respect for human life.
Thank you for coming by my dear.
Shalom,
Patricia
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In the case of all that you wrote, I must stand up and say, ‘Yes, we NEED to celebrate Mother’s Day, something so sweet and thoughtful in a world filled with chaos.’ I’m sorry, but all of this is prophesied. Yes, we can do things to change the situation of the world, and we must begin with prayer. Pray for our nations, turn our lives back to God, Who after all, has the last say. I don’t want to be depressed by your blog, Pat, too much is going through me now as it is. The world is still a beautiful place if we but look for it. Start to see God’s mighty hand in all these situations, and trust Him. I love you.
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Thank you, my dear friend. I am so sorry that my words depressed you. However, these are the words that were laid on my heart.
Shalom Aleichem,
Patricia
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