Imaginary Garden with Real Toads invites us to write ‘Poetry for Peace’.
I’m afraid my view of the prospect of peace for mankind is not a hopeful one.
Pax Non Verisimilis.
The lion shall lie down with the lamb
but the lamb will not get much sleep.
– Woody Allen.
There are no Neanderthals living now.
They were different.
So we killed them.
We don’t like difference.
Our history is a catalogue of fighting differences:
The same depressing folly.
Our sports teams play out surrogate wars for our respective tribes.
Victors gloat. The vanquished rail in dismay.
The result is meaningless but the hurt is real.
The defeat is personal.
The religious, our self appointed moral custodians, fight each other.
The winners claim god’s endorsement.
Who can argue?
We are intensely tribal,
deeply suspicious of outsiders
and driven by greed, envy
and revenge for long held grievances.
We cannot be trusted.
Can mankind live in peace?
I suspect not.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2012