Pain
The Fury of Aerial Bombardment
by Richard Eberhart
You would think the fury of aerial bombardment
Would rouse God to relent, the infinite spaces
Are still silent. He looks on shock-pried faces.
History even does not know what is meant.
You would feel after so many centuries
God would give man to repent; yet he can kill
As Cain could, but with multitudinous will,
No farther advanced than in his ancient furies.
Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity?
Is god by definition indifferent, beyond us all?
Is the eternal truth man’s fighting soul
Wherein the Beast ravens in its own avidity?
Of Van Wettering I speak, and Averill,
Names on a list, whose faces I do not recall
But they are gone to early death, who late in school
Distinguished the belt feed lever from the belt holding
Pawl.
The blasts in Delhi - just before Diwali and Eid....So many innocent people dead....Isn't there enough pain already? Do we really need to go on like this?...There must be another way.
I am so glad that I made tea for Ma and delayed her from going shopping….to the very same place where the blasts happened… What about the rest?… Were they just "unlucky"? Although the pain of losing a loved one is not alien to me...I would still not be able to fathom their agony.
This poem I read - though it describes war…it comes close to describing how I feel about the recent bombings.
by Richard Eberhart
You would think the fury of aerial bombardment
Would rouse God to relent, the infinite spaces
Are still silent. He looks on shock-pried faces.
History even does not know what is meant.
You would feel after so many centuries
God would give man to repent; yet he can kill
As Cain could, but with multitudinous will,
No farther advanced than in his ancient furies.
Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity?
Is god by definition indifferent, beyond us all?
Is the eternal truth man’s fighting soul
Wherein the Beast ravens in its own avidity?
Of Van Wettering I speak, and Averill,
Names on a list, whose faces I do not recall
But they are gone to early death, who late in school
Distinguished the belt feed lever from the belt holding
Pawl.
The blasts in Delhi - just before Diwali and Eid....So many innocent people dead....Isn't there enough pain already? Do we really need to go on like this?...There must be another way.
I am so glad that I made tea for Ma and delayed her from going shopping….to the very same place where the blasts happened… What about the rest?… Were they just "unlucky"? Although the pain of losing a loved one is not alien to me...I would still not be able to fathom their agony.
This poem I read - though it describes war…it comes close to describing how I feel about the recent bombings.