
p a n e l i s t
perhaps a needed epiphany lurks in some trickery

p a n e l i s t
perhaps a needed epiphany lurks in some trickery
A bone or few, picked clean.

It’s been over 50 years since Bob Dylan wrote and first performed “Masters of War.” Millions of people have heard the song and many have applauded it; but judging by world events the song has had less peacemongering effect than a hill of beans. That’s because people, including me, thought it was enough to voice disapproval in eloquent terms, and didn’t take the message as a call to action beyond the pianissimo “You tell em, Bob Dylan–we’re with you–we’re gonna march on Washington; just you wait and see.”
Knowledge is power. How many Americans know the name Sarkis Soghanalian, an ACTUAL Master of War, and his tango with Spiro Agnew, disgraced former Vice President of the United States, and his later tango with the Clinton administration? Finding out is a mere Internet search away. Go ahead–I dare you.
Armistice words:
Across the world, conflict’s rife
Riots, war–devalued life.
Mission: Vengeance–plan: Survival
Instant Grievance–woes archival.
Sighing on
The Widow’s Walk
In despair, the Loved Ones knock
Cautiously on doors with Hope
Ever seeking Peace with Scope
Soldiery words:
Sacrifice and valor
Often lead to death
Lose a son or pal, or
Dad–tears wrack your breath
It’s a tragic thing, yet
Every age has Fallen
Rights and Freedom we get,
Yes, and Grief to haul in.