D-Day: The Invasion of Normandy Beach/CrazyDayze Poem

Saturday, June 6th, 2020

For the past 10 days I have been mulling over the whole “megillah” of these past few months and especially this last week. (The whole megillah means the entirety of something, especially something that is an entanglement of intricate arrangements or a long, complicated story. The whole megillah is an American idiom taken from Yiddish. Source: Grammarly). COVID, the death of George Floyd, the demonstrations and looting, my grandson’s proximity to the looting, and then the tornado-like storm. Just too much, so I had a minor meltdown and finally put it on paper.

It seems coincidental that my writing came at 2 a.m. this morning, as I prepared to write something about D-Day and ended up with Crazy Dayze. I am mourning the death of all the soldiers who died on that day, because they died to keep evil from succeeding , and so long as we still have hate and bigotry and ignore the heating of Mother Earth, what was the point?

 

Crazy Dayze by ellensue

June 6, 2020

 

I feel the pain from Mother Earth.

Will she survive? What’s her life worth?

I can hear her loudly crying!

All the birds and bees are dying…

The world is caught in a viral scourge.

Why haven’t we felt the sudden urge

to scream & yell & stamp our feet?

There’s a connection to the rising heat.

We’re brought down on bended knee;

one man’s death caused needlessly.

A life snuffed out from another’s hate.

We’ve lost our souls. Is it too late…

to heal the wounds of planet Earth —

land & sea, what’s our life worth,

without compassion for ev’ry soul;

what do we need to make us whole?

My head’s spinning from all the signs:

A path of destruction from our designs.

Let’s be clear about this distinction:

The Death of Death means our extinction!

We need to see all life is precious,

And rage & hate can be infectious.

Each of us must look inside

to harness bigotry and false pride.

Please listen to our Mother’s cry  —

pay attention; you’ll hear her sigh.

Earth’s her home, her sacred place.

We’re here together: the human race.

Forget our differences; they won’t matter.

House on fire!* Our ashes will scatter.

And then our lives will cease to be.

Is that in store for you and me?

Wake up! Don’t fall asleep!

We’ve got promises to keep:

eliminate pollution & pesticides.

We’re killing the land where she resides.

Is it too late? I’m not so sure.

But doing nothing I cannot endure.

Follow the ways of love and healing;

address the pain we all are feeling.

I cannot sleep to dream of peace.

Words are just a brief release.

But if one person heeds this rhyme,

then healing starts — is there time?

Suggested Readings:+

*Our House is on Fire: Scenes of a Family and a Planet in Crisis, by Greta Thunberg and her family. Penguin Books, 2017.

Companion Books: Green Living Handbook (2008) & Low Carbon Diet (2006) by David Gershon. Empowerment Institute.

+ I will be reviewing all three in a future posting.

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