Lest We Forget

Remembering Remembrance Day

Remembering Remembrance Day
We waged a war to not live that way
A war we won or so they say
But looking around all I see is dismay.

They killed alot of people but what did they win
They still live their lives in corruption and sin
Telling their lies to let evil back in
Refusing to rise and so let it begin.

They still kill the martyrs that witness to GOD
They still ignore prophets dismissed with a nod
They still war on the poor and onward they trod
Justifying all in the name of God.

Yet Cain still kills Abel
With all the cards on the table
Though this way is unstable
They still lay the cable.

With this thinking my mind starts to sway
I think the point missed on living that way
"The war to end all wars"; I've heard them say
But is that what's remembered this Remembrance Day.

Seemingly not as wars continue still
And all of life's problems can be fixed with a pill
And even the children have learned how to kill
But all of this is just run of the mill.

Then deep inside I start to grin
As I recognize the journey's within
With nothing to stop me once I begin
And all of life's puzzles start to fit in.

With hope I speak out that they hear what I say
And Listen closely to change their way
That they may avoid the 'End of Days'
And Remember that, this Remembrance Day.

Why We're Not Here

There has been a question
That has crossed everyone's mind
It has plagued us all
From the beginning of time.

It's been asked in churches
They haven't a clue
It's been asked in schools
But they're asking you.

It's been tackled by scholars,
Doctors, lawyers, and judges
And where writers have tried
We find only smudges.

Great thinkers have tried
And tried, and tried again
The closest of these I think
Was Mark Twain.

In the history of man
It remains unclear
And the question is
Why are we here.

To help out a bit
I have some suggestions
To find the right answers
You must ask the right questions.

Are we here to be the type
Who kills and destroys
Who builds themselves bombs
And plays with nuclear toys.

Surely we're not here
To ravage the trees
The rivers, the lakes
The oceans and seas.

I don't think we're here
To learn how to hate
Nor to suppress
Enslave, or mutilate.

I know we're not here
To watch children starving
Not with turkey politicians
Ripe for the carving.

I doubt that we're here
To spread this disease
I doubt that we're here
For any of these.

So what could it be
If none of the above
What of understanding
Compassion, and love.

With life so confusing
And answers so rare
I thought that just maybe
My thoughts I would share.

your humble servant,
ancient clown