“Where Have all the Young Men Gone, long time passing… where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago…When will they ever learn when will they ever learn?” Where Have all the Flowers Gone? by Pete Seeger and Joe Hickerson.
I used to think being crazy was a bad thing. Now I thank God every day I am. I seriously doubt at this moment in time anyone who is perfectly normal can find a way to cope with the insanity around us.
So how crazy do you have to be to exist in a world that has become so totally insane it is impossible to envision a corner of the planet where calm and peace any longer exist?
A place where flowers grow and deer prance around in green lush woods. Where children play happily on white sandy beaches.
Oh sure I forgot the Garden of Eden which supposedly exists somewhere in the middle east or Africa. Forgive me if I find that scenario to be in any way believable or realistic.
So let’s get back to this whole being crazy thing.
When I was young, back in prehistoric times we had an expression “peace, love and rock n roll.”
Now that has turned to “chaos, murder and hatred.”
What happened to the flower children who lived on communes and painted Volkswagen busses while espousing love for everyone and peace on earth?
Hmmm, well I wonder that perhaps it wasn’t us peaceniks that are responsible for what has become of that dream.
The Baby Boomer generation was entrusted with a sacred task, to spread peace and love across the world in a time when it had been littered with death and hatred.
We did it well, but perhaps too well.
Were we naïve about man’s capacity to truly love one another, to accept other’s flaws, opinions and lifestyles. Even when they conflicted with our own?
Did we assume that our message despite the war in Viet Nam was being taken seriously by the powers that be and that the military industrial complex would ultimately simply expunge their weapons and “the lion would lie down with the lamb?”
There is an argument to be made that we were cavalier about those dreams we created for a better world. That while we got busy living our lives, accumulating our fortunes and raising our children we lost sight of a responsibility that needed tending.
Did we believe that peace would come without sacrifice? That love would simply spread like a virus throughout the world?
That rock n roll was a solution to the problems of a species that was only a few decades out of the caves and could at any moment revert to their uncivilized behavior?
We never saw it coming.
While we were driving our BMWs, shopping in giant new malls and seeking bigger and better neighborhoods and schools for our offspring we assumed someone was on the wall and watching the gate.
But they weren’t. No one was.
The cold war turned hot, new wars arose and countries with no regard for human life sprung up like weeds to populate what we believed was a green and lush topography. China flourished with our help to become a rabid dog intent on destroying the hand that fed him.
So are we at fault for dropping the ball?
When we marched at our colleges for peace how did we never envision future generations that would march to excuse evil?
Are we at fault for universities that encourage hatred, violence and dare I say it, sheer stupidity? Should we blame those who blindly donated to their alma maters without first investigating their policies and attitudes? Perhaps that is a big part of our current problems.
Or was there ever really a ball to be dropped.
Were we simply too high on weed to come down to earth long enough to understand our folly?
To realize after World War II evil not only still existed in our world, but in just a few generations this would become a truly evil world.
A place where good gets shouted down and cowers under the loud voice of the wicked. Where the moral compass of the world would go mahoola and twist and turn into unreadable directions.
That man would more than ever be a lost soul wandering about in a malicious society.
That the red flags were waving and we never noticed. We lost sight of our goals and assumed our message would continue to resonate with others down through time.
We were foolish.
When I say we I also mean me.
I forgot that “good will ultimately triumph over evil” is the grand design, yet before evil is defeated it takes many good people down.
That evil will never be satiated without first tasting the blood of the innocent and that leaders who are fools are no match for those who are malevolent. That evil never sleeps and good naps constantly.
Now I look at what we have allowed the world to become and I feel guilt and sorrow for the mess our children and grandchildren must attempt to clean.
There are no flowers, kumbaya or peace love and rock n roll on the horizon for them.
Only a world filled with the ashes of peace, brotherhood and goodness.
I have always been intrigued by the tale of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and found it difficult to believe that only four could determine man’s fate.
Yet now I have come to realize a group of madmen with homemade bombs can harness that power and engage a world into a battle for the soul of humanity.
It doesn’t take a genius to understand that it is in many ways simple math. The world population has exploded and with it has come more good people but many many more evil ones.
Society has found a way to condone crime in its cities, destroy law and order and create a chaotic existence for all people good and bad.
Was this the dream? Was this our goal as we sang kumbaya and just assumed all mankind was in agreement with our philosophy?
How could we have been so naïve as to think evil wouldn’t take advantage of our foolishness and plunge the world into darkness?
Now the war is here and it has come down to basics. Good versus evil once more. We have been here before, but the question now is, how many innocents will die before evil is defeated once again?
As the Peter Paul and Mary song asked, “When will they ever learn?” I may be crazy, but I know an inciteful song lyric when I hear one. Sadly, I just don’t know the answer.
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