From where do the sound and stench of witch trials, burnings, and lynchings stem?
Why do the sounds and scents seep pungently into our senses?
What was the need, purpose and desire, which sparked and blasted the sparks of hate and destruction?
I heard the reason from the igniters of the chronological eternal flame and sound.
I heard the reason they gather around the fearful flame and chant the fearful chorus.
I heard the reason they take to white steeds with torches purposed to light up streets for a fire mass of hate and the reason they arm up, load up and drive up to blast away lives they wish to cast away.
They say it was because of lives lived against the usual come and go and were clad in different tones of skin and clothes.
They say the news from the prophets, sages, scientists shot against their standard this is so. I ponder and let each phrase sink in.
I ponder upon the depth of intolerance shown to difference.
I ponder upon the desire to spill and pile gallons blood and ashes upon the ground because of this difference.
I ponder and cannot find their logic.
I look into their eyes and shudder – as they continue to chant and continue along with their age old practice.
I look into their eyes and cast my eyes away from their eyes and plug up my ears to the fearful chant.
I hear their slanted stories and attempt to correct and change their view in the hope they will see life anew.
I ask why my brothers and sisters killed my brothers and sisters, fathers tortured my fathers, my clan butchered my tribe.
I ask why knives twisted into flesh, explosives scattered appendages.
I ask why they wish to pile corpses for ideological, theological, hierarchical, sexological deviations.
I ask why the elderly and inquisitive were witched-up and roasted, the red man’s blood was spread upon and removed from his land, the reason six million burnt and were gassed in furnaces of flame, while their ashes rained to the ground, the reason those stained black bore chains and were declared sons and daughters of Ham?
I ask “why is it all these were not embraced but cloaked in garments of fear?”
I ask “why can’t we put aside variants of: geographical,dermatological, theological, hierarchical, ideological … sexual-orientational persuasions?”
I ask “why can’t we spend a night of breaking bread instead of an evening of bombing brick?”
I ask “why can’t we cast away our fathers or preachers demonizing?”
I ask “why can’t we state we will not hate from this date and say we will love, hold embrace, taste, lick, kiss , suck, clutch, warm and form intimate bonds toward all?”