Just some musings..."The People"

It has been a long time, but this recent thought was spurred by walking through an airport...

The people. The war. They all forget. Some clap at the distant reminder of the sacrifices made in blood. Some casually glance and then return their gaze to more important zeros and ones arranged in dancingly beautiful displays on sleek technological sex. So visceral, so stimulating, so cold. Colder even than the shivering mountain top nights under the same moon? Colder than the sustenance provided by their –generously taxed, hard-earned green? Yet, some want to take the sacrifice and cheapen it. They protest at the feet of great men and women. Warriors in their own right. If the devaluation of the sacrifice could be compared to the green they understand and the state of the union…utter chaos worse than the market crash. Crashing bones on the pavement from depression and sorrow. Yet we all live on. We all continue in our worlds. We do not give up silk, we do not give up milk, nor fuel, nor steel. Cars putter on, and lattes continue to be tossed away because it had too much sugar, a new one cheerfully proffered with a false apologetic smile. Teeth bared, grit, hostile. Hostile on the move in everyday life. Blending with the country side. They say we have time, they say we will be done soon and a job well done. We are faced with grit. We do not care. We fight, for you Mr. Man that wears the slacks, bacon fried or nuked; for you little toker, hypothesize for naught; for you little smoker, free to cancerfy; for you media woe, to guess and lie under the auspices of truth; for you average joe, to just swallow their blow. Somewhat jaded, this is true, but reason or cause be damned to you. See what we see, feel what we feel, and then after your shoes are worn, we will listen.