Tag: life

The lives of ordinary people

“Big history runs through the lives of ordinary people” (Shiyavash Shahabi, exile of Iran)

We don’t see it most of the time

We run from it if we can

We’re unsuccessful

Except inside our minds

It’s why we find a way to keep resisting

Playing, with rocks, with words, insisting, keeping, or at least trying to keep each other free

The dog days aren’t over, it’s never been done, we can’t hide, so I suggest we not run

So some of us need to be absurd, some of us have to take the chance, to risk our lives by being foolish, we cannot run,

We’re ordinary people, living ordinary lives, extraordinarily

So let’s dance

It was an anthem of resistance, back in 2011, when we thought our only care was for the other fighting in the distance

To overcome a dictator or the several many, we thought so far away

We didn’t think the brink would choose us, bad ideas in the absence of better ones have a way of gaining sway.

I often wonder how the obvious is so difficult to see

I’m not speaking of the cruelty and corruption, only blindness and stupidity would choose to ignore it

No, it’s the reticence to mobilize and stand up to power, with our bodies, to force a change and not think that change can come with our desire to follow rules, to take a road that is dismantled and call it a high one, to be above the fray, rely on justice when justice is in such disarray, when the freedoms we hold self-evident no longer seem in play

I wonder why I need to hold that conversation? Why should I be the one with answers, be the one to make things happen? Be the one to not give up, to not give in, to accept the gross mistakes of judgement that seem so obvious to see? To let all those errors leading to our common misery play out in the vain hope that “we” will eventually learn from them?

And, I’m sorry this seems so plain to me, so uncomplicated; why I see that those who choose to fight, choose the least effective way? And those of us who see it clearly have to wait for time and experience for all the rest to catch up?

It’s far too late, far too many who have born the death and pain, far too few to catch on to what it is we need to do. We’ve really waited long enough.

And yet, there is no real choice. We can’t change the world without the world to be in on it. I can’t run away, even if you don’t wish to follow.

I can’t run away, it’s my dark side that can’t dissipate, I remain wishing, hoping.

Even in a losing battle, even when love seems to die. I can’t run away.

Except to let you find your way

It’s the way of ordinary people, living ordinary lives extraordinarily

The way of all of us who wished for something great

And in the end, all they wished for the pain, the hurt, the uncertainty to end

In Memoriam

It’s easy to talk tough, easy to claim you are more than enough
To reclaim a flag and promote liberty and justice for all
Today’s a day for memorials, everyone claiming or reclaiming
A flag, or patriotism whether founded in democracy or fascism

The narrative of a fascist despot aimed at destroying constitutional freedoms
Is answered with a newfound appreciation for the foundations of a democratic ideal once founded upon principles of a nation “conceived in liberty, dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal”

And we answer how it’s not just men now, but about liberty and justice for all
We take the narrative of the liberty conceived in equality for men
To mean we seek diversity, equity, and inclusion
For all

And we brandish it like a sword of justice, a torch of freedom, the diversity, equity, and inclusion of the huddled masses
Yearning to breathe free
We counter narratives of monarchy and hierarchy
With the watchwords of democracy and the urge to freedom
For all

A movement has come forward, a grand coaltion of the vast majority
Not a polarized nation but polarized rulers
Those who shout the truth of racism and misogyny
And those who’d rather such truths not be so revealed

But do we even remember that this nation so conceived
Was built on genocide and slavery, expansionism, thievery?
That when it came to shove, colonies were conceived as grand compromises
Between assertions of grand capital or profit based in chattel
Codified and sanctified in a war between states, incivil in its argument

Did we ever truly read the amendment to end slavery?
Where slavery was never ended but codified and sanctified
As the small print to be allowed in case of criminality?

And here we are, on a day of memories
Memorializing those we say had died in our great cause of freedom
Did we ever remember how this day has come to be?
How those who had been freed
Honored Union soldiers for their sacrifice in the cause of ending slavery
They are to be excused, how could they know such freedom could result in so many caveats

Do we even remember how that freedom from bondage came with an urge to help a nation be conceived in total war
Against its earliest inhabitants and the theft of lands
That was never meant to belong to anyone

And here we are today
To honor those in every fray, every cause
To usurp so many of so many freedoms
A wave of seeking liberty, a freedomtide
A guidebook for the urge to genocide

Today we memorialize the sacrifice of the vanquishers of the vanquished
Young souls filled with false promises and pride
To fight the wars of rich men for their urge to plunder
To cleave the world for privileged nations
With the promise that in doing so they’ll be honored in appreciation
And nothing else

And so today I am here to remember that indeed there is something to memorialize
Not the death of vanquishers but of the vanquished
The defeated of the Wampanoag, the erased of the Catawba, Cherokee, the Lumbee, and Kiawah

I honor the fallen in the cause of freedom,
The slaves who fought the slavers, the Irish who fought for Mexico
The Kiowa and Comanche who fought the Buffalo soldiers and their masters
Those who fought for liberty and justice for all
Harriet and Sojourner, Inez Millholland, Lucy Burns, and Alice Paul

I honor the opponents of all capitalist wars
Eugene V. Debs, Allison Krause, Jeffrey Miller, Sandra Scheuer, William Schroeder

The martyrs of the wars against Labor
Rosa Luxembourg, Karl Liebknecht, Sacco and Vanzetti
Immigrants and their defenders, Geraldo Lunas Campo, Renee Good, and Alex Preti

And the victims of the veterans
Those school children in Iran, children and their parents in Ukraine
The martyrs for the right to bear guns
Sandy Hook, Uvalde, Columbine

I have no honor for those that killed all these
Or those who fought the wars to divide worlds
No honor here,
Although I may have empathy
If you’re uneducated, you’re only partially culpable for your stupidity

Hence, no honor for the fallen we too often choose to remember
But for those lost who’ve truly born the cost
The victims and those who would defend them

Today I remember and I grieve
Those once slaves who honored fallen fighters for their freedom
Those who were victimized by wars against nations, against immigrants, against rights for some democracy
To wrap these memories in a flag of thievery and genocide is a travesty

I will just remember those against having wars, for those who seek the rights of the oppressed
For those who sought not the democracy we think we have
But the one we wish to finally see
It’s memorial day
Let’s remember who we truly wish to be