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Poem 9: Wailing for the Good Old Days

...my 9th publicly shared poem was drafted and released on Love Mekanism Project yesterday, and if you Subscribe or Follow there using the options displayed on the right of the screen (or on the bottom on your mobile phone), you caught all versions of it from rough, but if you also "Like" to subscribe and follow on facebook, you get this little breakdown:

"Wailing for the Good Old Days" is set in the 1920s-early 30's period, often called roaring 20's for the great prosperity enjoyed after WW1 and the also Harlem Renaissance period- known for it's art, jazz and swing music, and poetry that captured the time. 

It's about being in a moment- a peaceful joyous peak between valleys. A man and woman are caught in a sweaty good time- not daring to look forward or backward-from facebook.com/lovemekanism

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The 1920's decade of prosperity was held WWI and WWII as bookends though the poem did mention what the couple hoped to forget as they danced the night way, the staggering death toll of WW1 at 37 million humans at a time when the world carried only an estimated 2 billion people compared to 7 billion today. We also know that 60M individuals WW2, but even these weren't the bad old days. 

After centuries upon centuries in a seemingly relentless history of violence that has blanketed the entire world, it seems that the if we define "good ol" as a time of World Peace, that must be in the future. But what's wrong with loving the good ol days? Perhaps under more "suitable leadership" or before we could watch events unfold. I do recall seeing fury erupt during the Boston tragedy as everyone was ready to string up the culprit!--that is until we saw a kid on a gurney with his guts exposed--suddenly jail-time worked, and we were just glad it was over.
 Speaking of... I cannot imagine that we would have the stomach for the good 'ol days; no one does because we are civilized human beings. The Americans who wanted to work in a dangerous place died, and it broke our hearts. Some even called for impeachment for it. Did I mention that Thirty-seven 37 million people- individuals died in WW1-- 60 million in WW2, and that was the good war! But since then how many world genocides, bombings, wars, cults, murders, etc. Maybe it's not about the peace but solely about the prosperity. 

This is capitalism, and why not measure by the capital. One thing's for sure, the good old days weren't the Great Depression when the state of Mississippi was put up for auction. Recently, we were downgraded a point by the people who approved the banking companies that failed. When exactly where these good ol' days again? Which blip in time? This blog isn't to bash bankers, war, or promote any agenda but to to explain the context of a non-political work of art and to provoke thought.

I'm not even suggesting that anyone is prosecuted for trading fake money and investment in essentially a ponzi, scheme to get homeowner payments or but to do it or keep quiet. I can't imagine anyone wants the draft, but there is a lot of commentary on the technology being used to prevent loss 10s of millions of individuals in war. It is impossible not recognize the power the average American person yields each day with our many choices- a historically unprecedented standard of living. I'd rather have world peace, but now we can see it all unfold on television and on the internet as it seems too rare when our attention spans are just so short.

When are the good old days? I am convinced a beautiful blip in time- a lovely valley between two unyielding peaks.

Thanks for reading more on Poem 9, my 9th publicly shared poem entitled "Wailing for the Good Old Days"-lovemeka

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