and the lullaby
left us…
and the stars
that we wished upon
sank with the souls
that had been
set upon
and
humanity is hurting,
is drowning
in tears
and treachery
and
terrorism
becomes the term
that clears us
of all
accountability
civility
responsibility
and
we have lost
the garden
and its graces
and its glory
the paradise
where flowers
unfolded
and creatures
crawled
with carefree
curiosity
but
the seasons
have shifted
and the rivers
have rose
because nature
knew more
than man
could suppose
and
the unity
of humanity
revealed itself
to be
a fallacy
a
frail
fragile
and
fickle
fantasy
now falling,
like tears,
through the rainbow,
the rainbow
we never managed
to get over
and
humanity is hurting,
is drowning
while seeking
asylum
and
the blue birds
are now white doves
rising from the ashes
of our actions
of our inactions
and infractions
leaving us
lost
and lonely
and longing
and
the blue birds
are now black birds
pecking at our passion
and our pride
like some
worldwide
genocide
though
still we hope
still we parade
still we believe
there can be
something
better
brighter
beyond
the bombs
and the
bloodshed
while
humanity is hurting,
is drowning
in places
where once
there were parties
Into this world
we were born
crawling
climbing
carving
combining
creating
competing
controlling
condemning
crucifying
thinking
we were men
of the modern world
trusting
we were brothers
in arms
not armed brothers
thrusting hate
into hearts
but
we bore hate;
breaking bodies
instead of boundaries
but
we forged fear;
slaying people
instead of prejudice.
Can we not support
all that is hopeful?
Can we not understand
all that is different?
We have the right
to hold arms
in the States
they say,
while in France
they’re fighting
on main street
Marseilles
while
over the rainbow
there is the song
of another world
where voices
are raised
in laughter
while
over the rainbow
there is music
in another world
where bodies can dance
at discos undaunted
where
differences
are not deemed
to be deadly
where
belief
is not
a burden
to obliterate
while here,
in this world
we punished
the pagans,
we killed
a christ,
we slaughtered
the jews,
we shot down
the gays,
we blacklisted
the muslims,
we sacrificed
the innocent,
we returned
the refugees
and
we thought
we were men
of the modern world
but
we had no idea
the music
had stopped
and the lullaby
had left us
hurting
W.E: What Evolution?
All Words by Damien B. Donnelly
Audio version available on Soundcloud:
https://soundcloud.com/damien-donnelly-2/humanity-is-hurting
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The world is in regression. And here, not only can we bear arms, but we have to listen to the rhetoric of a man who sounds an awful lot like Hitler. Scary indeed. AS usual, enjoyed the piece, so filled with heart…
Thank you my dear. Extreme words in extreme times. Big hugs filled with hope
I’m not sure we’re getting worse, we’re just not getting any better. Humankind has been around for thousands of years and we still think the highest form of pleasure is watching something or someone suffer. Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.
Too true. And the older we get, the further from the garden of innocence we move. Sometimes I miss the days as a kid when I understood less and laughed more.
Memory is selective though. I remember more of the fears and unhappinesses of childhood, the stupid things like nightmares and punch ups at school than the truly unbridled happiness children are supposed to experience. Maybe I was just an anxious kid. Maybe children are far more emotive than we give them credit for.
An incredible heartfelt and hardhitting statement in truth. If change does not happen, we are lost. We must continue to hope and believe in hope that someone, some morning will wake up and make a real damn effort to do something about the mess. Thank you Damien.
Thanks Paula and well said yourself. Hope is what we are all now clinging to. Best wishes
This versing is an incarnation; as if it is a explorative epitaph to this agony and uncertainty now. Incredibly impactful and indelible. It needs to be absorbed by everyone. Thank you. I’m sharing it.
Thank you Erik. It was one of those pieces that flew out of the pen in one go, pretty much unstoppable. In my head, I was reading it aloud like priest in a pulpit. A sermon of sorrows of sorts. Thank you for taking the time to read it and share it. I really appreciate it. Best wishes, Dami