Sunday, 26 January 2014

Rhetoric of Peace, Politics of Blame

It has to be one of human nature’s greater ironies that it invariably deflects the greater blame for its worst tragedies away from itself.

It is called politics.

It is probably fair to say, though, that most if not all of us are no less guilty sometimes than those who tread the Corridors of Power.


Last seen standing on the edge of war,
strutting bravery, dreaming of glory,
no conception of carnage gone before,
rewriting, in blood, a nation’s story

Heads high, content to answer duty’s call,
faith let fly in the wind, its flags unfurled,
no one suspecting how many might fall,
prayers unanswered around the world

Victory (as ever) fell on time’s sword,
eleventh hour, day, month, 1918;
no action-replay, we gave them our word,
only to break it again and again…

Rhetoric of peace, about making excuses
for blame games gambling all our futures

Copyright R. N. Taber 2007; 2016

[Note: Revised (2016) version of a poem that  appears under the title The Rhetoric of Blame in 1st eds. of  Accomplices to Illusion, by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]

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