Theres a song running through my head.
I have been in avoidance the last couple weeks.
When I hit a diary on DKos, or a news article with photos of victims of the bombings in the middle east, I just click off it immediately. The flashes inbetween have been enough to fill my heart and mind with horrors.
I do read some very good articles, about the horrible results of war.
I read the anguish and sympathy some are feeling right about now.
Carnacki wrote a really great, very touching diary last night about the horrors of war from a parents standpoint.
http://www.dailykos.com/...
So, as I said there's a song running through my head.....Its based on a poem
I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead.
I'm only seven although I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I'm seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow.
My hair was scorched by swirling flame
My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind.
I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweet, nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead.
All that I ask is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that the children of this world
May live and grow and laugh and play
Nazim Hikmet
At this link theres an audio reading of the poem.
I Come and Stand at Every Door.
Its been recorded a few times. Pete Seeger the folk singer set it to music. The Byrds recorded it on their album "The Fifth Dimension"
I prefer the version from 1991, by This Mortal Coil. Its much more substantial and moody. It relays the feeling behind the words to me, far better than the first two I listed.
Last night I listened to it again. See if you can find a copy.