Death by the Gun

More news is coming in all the time about the harrowing aftermath of the massacre in Newtown, Connecticut, and it’s hard to imagine that someone would come out and state that ‘the only answer to a bad man with a gun’ is a good man with a gun’. That however, is what the President of the NRA propounds. Not only that, he believes that every school on America should have an armed security presence. Irresponsibility comes in many forms it seems.

I have to admit that I was always a big fan of the film ‘The Big Country’. Funnily enough it’s two main male stars were diametrically opposed to each other when it came to many things, but firearms in particular. Well, we know that Charlton Heston was the President of the NRA and we all know his position concerning the bearing of  firearms. I do hope the rifle has been taken from his ‘cold dead hand’ by now. Gregory Peck did not like guns and sat on Handgun Control Inc. with others. In the film, at the dead of night when nobody is watching, the two men have a fight. They beat each other till neither can stand, though I favour Gregory Peck’s character could have gone on. Peck then says, “ Now, tell me. What did we prove?” What he proved was that more American citizens should have listened to a member of an anti-handgun campaigning group than listen to leaders of the NRA. The only people profiting from the sale of all these guns are the manufacturers of them.

In light of the fact that approximately 30,000 people die from gun violence a year in America, and not withstanding that that is over 6 times more than have been lost in the Middle East in the line of duty since 2003 (4300), and further taking note of the fact that there actually was an armed presence at Columbine when that massacre took place, I rather hoped that right thinking Americans would finally realise that in the 21st century there shouldn’t be a need for people to go armed during the normal course of their lives in a civilian environment. However, we hear that more and more weapons are being sold in case there is an embargo on weapon sales, and not only that, body armour for children is fast becoming necessary school wear. The insistence on the right to bear arms is creating a nightmare from which only further harm is guaranteed. Perhaps a little more attention needs to be paid to children’s right to have a life without the fear that always accompanies firearm misuse.

Wanton Slaughter

I woke up to the terrible news coming in from America last Friday, and no doubt,like every other right thinking person around the world, I was left reeling from the horror of it all. I’ve had the extreme good fortune to have had two very well balanced, intelligent, and attractive children. They in their turn have both married and set out on their own journeys through life’s many twists and turns.

My son chose a life in New Zealand where he had met and fallen in love with a lovely woman who already had a son. He is now my son’s son too. My wife and I love them all and visit them as often as we can.

My daughter lives and works in London with her husband, and has had two fabulous children. My wife and I have two wonderful grandchildren. We love them all too and see them often.

The horror of last Friday drove home to me, and no doubt many other people, how important life is, and how precious our family is. We’re fortunate in the United Kingdom in that guns don’t play a part in everyday life. There are of course occasional incidents of brutality where guns play a part, but thankfully they are few. We really do need to make sure that we never give in to the suggestions that crop up from time to time that our police should be armed. Were that to happen, I’m convinced that criminals would see it as a necessity to arm themselves too.  I believe that the massacre in Newtown, Connecticut proves that the complete absence of guns could only be a good thing. Whilst that of course, is not really achievable, keeping the access to them at a minimum is the next best thing. we can only hope that Americans will realise this too and support President Obama’s efforts to reach such a goal in the United States.

Crap

Depression has called again. It was just a word and it all came flooding back. Worthlessness, that large word that says everything about me. This is not a good day.

I just hope it doesn’t hang about for as long as it did last time, for that was twenty years. Bollocks bollocks bollocks!!!

Shadows

In shadows at night I can still see your face
And by closing my eyes, I make out your voice
It hurts so much now that I’m on my own
But I loved you so much; I’ve really no choice.
Is this what the future will hold for me now
The loneliness that brings so much pain
I must hold the years that we had to my heart
And I’ll sleep just to see you again.
Daylight returns, and the sky turns to blue
So I watch you as you slowly wake
And the shadows depart to that dark, empty place
And I smile at my silly mistake.

 

©Joe Wilson – Shadows…2014

Only Waiting

Bury me where you find me; bury me nice and deep
Bury me, remember me, and sleep a peaceful sleep.
And dream of joy, not sorrow; dream of peace, not fear
And dream of your tomorrow, and I’ll not disappear.
And dream of us throughout your life; keep me in your heart
And though you’ll go through utter strife, we’ll never be apart.
And dream of all the love we had; dream of all the laughter
And dream, and dream, and don’t be sad; we’ll meet in the here-after.
And dream of happy lovers; dream of you and me
And slowly you’ll discover, you’ll smile again: you’ll see.
And dream of me when you’re alone, and you will see my face
And you’ll not be all on you’re own, but in my warm embrace.
Bury me where you find me, bury me nice and deep
Bury me, remember me, and I will go to sleep.
But I will wait for you my dear, through every lifelong storm
And when you come to join me here I’ll help to keep you warm.
Bury her where you find me, bury her nice and deep
Remember her, remember me, and we will go to sleep.

©JRW1992
From the Anthology – A Question of Balance
Published by Jeffrey Franz Owings Mills Maryland 21117
Library of Congress ISBN 1-56167-038-3 (1992)

Hallo! There’s Someone In My Head.

I’m just sitting here, inside this shell
The feeling’s returned that I know so well
I need to do such a natural thing
But I cannot move, nor even ring
Out to anyone who goes by
And they will not look me in the eye.
I wonder if they wonder, if I have a brain
Obviously I have!! Or I’d not feel the pain
Not the hurt from the bones that are crooked and bent
But the being ignored: as if my life meant …. NOTHING.
In time they will wheel me off to the place
That sharpest reminder to me of disgrace
Then they’ll clean me and dry me, and put me to bed
I could easily give up and wish myself dead
But I am important; if only to me
So I’ll sit here and watch, and hope things will be.
One day, perhaps, the ill will subside
And inside my head I’ll not have to hide
I’ll travel away from this place at long last
Ah, but what foolish dreams…the die has been cast.

© JRW1990
I wrote this poem in memory of my mother who suffered for five very long years after having multiple strokes. By the time she died the poor woman had had approximately seventeen.

God Tried: He Really Did. A Poem for Peace

He stirred, as from an ancient sleep
To look in horror at the deep
And painful scars across the land
And He began to understand
What Man had done: what legacy
Had come to pass, had come to be
And He did think what must be done
It would need help from everyone
To make this planet whole again
He sent His Son; and his twelve men
To go in PEACE and spread the word
To say that killing is absurd.
And years have passed: it hasn’t stopped
The blood spills out: so much has dropped
It stains the land that we have claimed
Please; it’s time to be ashamed
We have to find a better way
Everyone must stand and say
Enough’s enough! It has to stop
We mustn’t waste another drop
The planet must again be whole
We need to exercise control
Beneath the skin we all are one
The boy you kill could be my son
I couldn’t cope with that. Could you?
Put down your guns; and I will to.
And we will make a better place
To house the SINGLE human race.

©Joe Wilson – God Tried, he really did [A Poem for Peace]
I donated this poem to the International Society of Poets who in turn
donated it to The United Nations to join the other 40,000 poems that
made up ‘The longest poem in the world’. It is a poem for PEACE.

A Place Of Tranquility (re-edited)

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The wind was howling and the trees were bare
I called your name, there was no one there
And as darkness gathered all around
And stillness – there was not a sound.

It was then I saw Him watching me
With eyes so sad that I could see
He felt the sorrow and sensed my pain
He knew I’d not see you again.

He surrounded me with a kindly peace
As if He knew there was no release
And all my tears welled up inside
Emotions that I’d tried to hide
All came tumbling, tumbling down
And fell like raindrops to the ground
And in that moment I think I knew
What He, Himself, had once been through.

I stood and looked into the night
Of Him there was no longer sight
And thus I left that Holy place
Myself at peace, and you in grace
And though my life will just go on
Forever now we’ll be as one
But when I go back to that place
I’ll hope to see His peaceful face.

©Joe Wilson – A Place of Tranquility 1994 (re-edited 2014)

Hard Fights And Very Small Triumphs. A life … A death.

The small private ward was now peaceful, but stark
No one was lying asleep in the dark
A young man had fought there all night for his life
She’d waited outside, his pregnant young wife.
The fight had been lost and there was no disguise
That could easily cover the hurt in the eyes
Of the doctors and nurses who’d seen the man’s pain
As they’d struggled to save him, as they’d struggled in vain.
Above and along in a different room
A baby emerged from a young mother’s womb
It was pretty and perfect as babies should be
The cord had been cut and the baby was free.
The husband and wife knew that they had been blessed
When their daughter was placed by the new mothers breast
She drank and she fed as her journey began
And they thought about names as they started to plan.
Very soon after the young man had died
His wife lost her baby and everyone cried
At the terrible waste they had witnessed that night
All wishing that they could make everything right.
But life in a hospital has to go on
There’s always more caring that needs to be done
Others will wait where the pregnant wife sat
But with happier outcomes, they all pray for that.

 

©Joe Wilson – Hard fights and very small triumphs. A life … a death…1994

We expected as much.

Well, I guess most of us expected a degree of pain when this new government finally slid it’s collective feet under the table. we all knew that both Cameron and Clegg had to compromise a considerable amount to come to any working agreement. Straight-away of course, there was the resignation of David Laws, actually a God-send for the Tories. Then Chris Huhne buggered up his real chances. It means of course that the Lib-Dems have lost a whole load of momentum and now the Tories find themselves properly in the driving seat; and driving they are. Driving changes through to health and education, justice and the arts, and of course defence, like never before, with the ultimate end being that all the major services will be operated by private companies. This serves at least two purposes. One, it lifts responsibility for failure off the shoulders of the government, two, it gives opportunity for massive cutting of service staff in the public sector, something the Tories barely believe in. It also provides a good hunting ground for the future board and earning posts for the later ousted, and they will be ousted, ministers who are performing this act of vandalism.