When her grandpa, in torment, withdrew to his bed, aiming to oust the destructive issues from his head, little Jody, alarmed and already feeling desolation offered subservience to abet the man’s repatriation.
Inhaling a deep breath with him, prepared to expel demons that taunted and extorted to always dwell, she waited until rusted floodgates opened to share the weight on his soul: more than a man could bear.
He related ethical dilemmas in obeying a hierarchy, beating himself over a village destroyed by military: belying his beliefs, leaving regret at following orders to kill peasants for alleged profit in securing borders.
The act was a parody by self-decreed spiritual men who placed no merit on blameless lives they’d taken. With final confession, vile mind caterpillar released: its maggots quashed, no corrupt insects unleashed.
Once he retired to moral sleep, placidly exhausted, six-year old Jody reflected the values she inherited.
Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Jan 7, 2010 12:58:48 GMT -5
This is very deep, and the duelling morals here are enough to shake my faith in mankind. How true, sadly, this type of story can be found told time and again after so many episodes of bloodshed throughout our history. Six years old is a bit young to have to learn such lessons, but they will never be forgotten.
Now, add to that the fact that you used all 16 BB words and the weekly prompt, and, well, this should be a WFP for certain. *exalt*
Post by apocalypticjay on Feb 21, 2010 11:36:34 GMT -5
Forgive me if I am wrong H but this reminded me of the West and how Custer a suposed man of honour would oreder his military to kill the young and the women of native cultures aswell as behead the Indians and leave them on spikes. Brilliant moralistic views here, I hope Jody knows sometimes the apple falls miles from the tree xx Brilliant poetry x
Holy Moly H. This is not only a brilliantly written piece that exceeds the challenge by leaps and bounds. It is an illuminating and enlightening message of the non material things that are handed down and ingrained in our psyche. Incredible achievement. Exalt when able *hug*
This poem really tugs at the heart, what mankind forces others to do in the name of patriotism, nationalism, security and loyalty. All mostly at the expense of innocent lives and people. It really reflects the cost of being a soldier and the toll it takes on veterans. Well written. Thank you for sharing.