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“Against”

“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.” 

 – Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Against –

  1. in opposition to, opposed to, in opposition to, hostile to, averse to, antagonistic toward, inimical to, unsympathetic to, resistant to, at odds with, in disagreement with, dead set against;

OR

  1. in physical contact with (something), typically so as to be supported by or collide with it, , in contact with, up against, adjacent to

 

This world has always embraced “against” as opposition. Only option #1 exists.

 

From the beginning of time someone is “against” someone else:

invasions

battles

conquests

uprisings

revolts

rebellions

crusades…

wars.

 

Periods of lulls intermingled with these oppositions usually after the discovery of some huge new landmass. Large groups escaped (or were forced) to the new lands. However, what happened to the natives as the “important” peoples implanted themselves?

 

invasions

battles

conquests

uprisings

revolts

rebellions

crusades…

wars.

 

When will the world realize there is another…

a #2?

When will the world welcome the physical contact with everyone?

When will the world embrace the ability to be supported by others, or touching?

 

We do not have to always battle.

We do not have to cave to “Us vs. Them”

 

I will continue to love and support and touch and stay in contact with the world, everyone, individuals.

 

I will not battle. I will only love.

 

“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.” 

 – Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

Wendy Giglio Fiore – June 15, 2016

Mercy & Christmas

mercy

The innocence of the season

Once again gets blotted out

with the constant barrage of murder,

en masse and one by one.

Religion again religion

Race against race,

Group against group

All in name of something or someone.

All claiming a cause,

Nothing moving forward —

Each slaying a step backwards

Carried out without pause.

Where is the sanity and reason?

How can acting like savage animals

Ever help us rise above any evil?

America is left with open lesions.

“When we remember that we are all mad,

the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”

Mark Twain, 1898

100 years ago just as much madness —

Brutal, heartless lunacy?

Has it changed at all,

Or only grown stronger in its practice?

This is more than folly and absurdity,

A difference of opinions.

It’s savage and barbaric,

Pure unrestrained anarchy.

We are all but global citizens

Upon this sphere for our short time.

Is this how we want to make our mark?

Burning, destroying every living thing?

“Christmas is not a time nor a season,

but a state of mind.

To cherish peace and goodwill,

To be plenteous in mercy,

Is to have the real spirit of Christmas.”

Calvin Coolidge

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W. Fiore 2014

DENT

DENT

I turn my head in denial —

distraught and in despair.

“How can you live in naïveté when

the entire world lay in disrepair?”

 

The task is too overwhelming.

How can I make a dent,

When all around the world

Live people with such discontent?

 

They rant and they rage

Bringing death and destruction

To everything and everyone

With every evil action.

 

From coast to coast and in between,

And countries from afar

Bombs and guns and weapons mass

To maim, kill, wound, and scar.

 

Then — for entertainment sake —

The people flock to consume,

Zombies, creatures, psychotic men

Brutally slaughtering in dark rooms.

 

Lights dim, music swells,

The credits begin to rise

While people comfortably sit,

Ready to devour repugnance in life-size.

 

Supporting Hollywood’s richest

Nibbling on sweets,

As the carnage on-screen displays

Bloodbaths and butchering fleets.

 

Do we not feel fraught with derision?

While we riot and protest to complain

of the violence suffered by the innocent

Grand Theft Auto and the like remain.

 

So in the turning of my head ~

The shaking from side to side.

Helpless as I watch the addicts

Shackled in their numbness abide…

 

…more violence, more death, more spilled blood.

As the duplicity abounds

One side of the mouths protests

With screams for checks of backgrounds.

 

While the other demands amusement,

Delighting in a director’s depiction

Celebrating the nastiest of our character ~

The worst of our race without sanction.

 

Yes, we are all equally guilty.

Yes, we all must look inward.

We must make better choices

And we have a right to be angered…

 

At ourselves, at our neighbors, at our foes,

But what shall we do with this fury?

Where should we go, what being our next step,

To set up an appropriate boundary?

 

I’m hoping to rise with love,

I’ll need help to not turn my head.

I will ask for help to love my enemy

Not deny evil’s existence instead.

 

My tiny dent will be made in the smile I give

To the student who failed, yet again,

To muster a kind word or gentle heart

And anything else beyond his ken.

 

The war is already waged,

And I may not make a difference.

But I will raise my face upward

For Heaven to rain down its patience.

 

Can we all pray for forgiveness?

Can we all pray for that peace?

Can we ask that the addiction we have

To the violence to cease?

 

We must all make that dent.

Together.

To stand —

Up

Against

For

With

 

Each other.

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W. Fiore 2013