(26 DEC 1943 / Wyandotte MI)

Identity Theft

Who are we?
Really.
Life factors change the contours of our journey
Like GPS systems gone awry.
We confront physical dead ends and emotional off ramps.
Virtual realities collide with actual reality.
Personalities are diminished by abuse and depression.
Character is challenged by temptations of pride and greed.
Humility hides behind false bravado.
Ego stands front and center during decision making moments.
Disregard for opposing view points erupts
From the classroom to the boardroom.
We dream heroically-
We awake as cowards.
Verbally, we dismiss immorality,
Yet, in reality, we practice it.
We break Commandments everyday,
But on Sunday mornings
We morph into Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war.

Who are we...
Really?

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Comments (8)

I am humbled by your review of history and so poignant message which I heartedly embrace. I cannot pass without making a comment though: 'Caesar’s triumphs are our own'. I recently read about Caesar and how he killed thousands of Celts, wiping out tribes that opposed his marches across Gaul, other parts of Europe, and even into England. He brought those who were alive back as slaves together with whatever plunder he could muster to finance his ambitions and he had the patronage of the two richest men of Rome. He was ruthless. When and if we say Caesar's triumphs are our own, it cannot be in the best sense of what might be said. In some ways when we look at the present state of affairs and the behavior of human beings, we continue to say, There is nothing new under the sun. As you so expertly poecize, human beings continue their ways - both good and bad.
This is a brilliant poem, Robert. Your title is fascinating - I read 'etude' it in the musical sense of 'providing practice of a particular technical skill'. And what technical skills you have shown the reader in this profound and significant work, showing the very best and the very worst of our species. From the bliss of Beethoven's Ode to Joy to the shame of Dafur and the full shelves of 'Nuclear Toys R Us'. The transcendental nature of the first three lines underpins your words and the whole poem leaves the reader humbled. Glad I found this one. love, Allie xxxx
Very profound. Here we see through a glass darkly.. and perhaps this is just as well. Beautifully written, Robert. Warmest regards, Sandra
The human psyche is complex, indeed. We feel the need to create myriads of marvels while simultaneously struggling to suppress the urge to destroy that which we constructed in the first place. A species with a mammalian brain (the compassionate and nuturing aspect) sitting atop a reptilian (the territorial dominating) one is undoubtedly the cause for this affliction, if you will allow? GWG
A great ending to an awesome write, Robert! Brian
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