When you are being supported by the hood or sash brigade
You should know you are in trouble, on wrong tracks
The torches and the batons that the hate league like to carry
Are legacies of nations out of whack
Spouting vitriolic slogans, cultivating fear
Joyous in their robes and ordered rules
Beating up a fervour and marching blind to facts
Dangerous to just dismiss as fools
Tolerating troublemakers hidden from our sight
Or marching on the streets in drunken glee
Grandiose of gesture in dress and chosen stripes
Obedient to chants that laud supremacy
‘Fenians’, ‘papes’ or Jews are used, minorities, Muslims, blacks
To justify existence of their bands
Do we really want or need the hood and sash mentality
Influencing decisions in our lands
Aprons, lodges, flutes and drums, grand masters and their crew
Promoting blinkered, biased, one-track song
What we should be, what we should do, follow, follow fools
March and beat, don’t think, just follow on
If you are being supported by the likes of all above
And encouraging division for your case
You’re no more representative of me in whole or part
Nor others who support one human race
Remove the hoods, the sashes, societies and sects
Disband the teams that thrive on hate’s divide
The future of all people and the hope of justice, truth
Depends on more than stupid taking sides
Well said. The song lyric of The Few by Billy Bragg came immediately to mind. Same sentiment, same desire.
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I had to look that one up, Mike, but, oh my gawd, yes. That mentality drives me up the pole. That bigotry/racism/sectarianism should be allowed to determine, in any way, the future of our children is abhorrent to me. That there seems to be no way of reaching these – shall I call them people? – fills me with dismay.
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We form tribes. You poem captures the thoughts/moods of the tribe that objectively seeks a better world. Then there is the ‘other’ tribe, the one your words are aimed at; the tribe who are without moral reason. Dismay is the right word for the ‘others’!
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Brilliant title, brilliant poem. Wish I’d thought of the title for a song.
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Many thanks, Z. Feel free to pinch if it inspires at all. 🙂
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Thank you. I might just do that and credit you.
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Well done!
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Thanks, Leslie. I guess we all have our nutjobs to contend with. Unfortunately.
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That’s the part that worries me momus. After years of being treated like sheep from the powers that be, we are now ‘reacting’ to that treatment…but not knowing how to express it we are just grabbing something ‘else’ to give that frustration a voice. But into the void a danger comes!
This is where ‘Hitler’s’ are built. Have we learned our lesson…or is a lesson we must repeat until it becomes ‘known’.
A great but worrying post my friend, it is indeed a sign of the times.
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The divide that exists here, Mark, has done for generations. An awful divide that has been tolerated and, at times, cultivated, by some, for political gain. It is yet being used to undermine the case for self-determination. Stupid, insular, bigoted, sectarian nonsense that will not look at facts. I despair, at times, at the capacity some have for embracing delusion. And then marching to it. Weekly.
I wouldn’t mind quite so much if there was a modicum of rational argument in what is spouted but it’s all just feeling. A sort of tribal groupthink that brooks no reasoning.
I worry too, Mark, that, instead of genuine debate on the pros and cons of any and all decisions, what we are seeing is reaction on a purely visceral level. How do you argue with that? I fear that what has to become ‘known’ has to actually be experienced, that history will not teach those unwilling to be taught. That is definitely something to worry about.
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I don’t know exactly the relation to hoods and sashes (I have a guess about the hoods, but…). I get what you are saying, nonetheless.
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Sashes have their own connotations here, JGi. Rather unpleasant ones when all’s said and done. Marches are something of a regular occurrence in these parts with the patrons ‘celebrating’ some dubious causes for celebration. Eejits, mostly, but it can be unpleasant, shall we say.
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I see…
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