Poetry – The Story of Fascism

The Story of Fascism

It starts with fear and hatred

Of the outsider,

Of all who are different.

It proceeds through blame

To attribute the wrongs

To the chosen targets.

It creates simplistic panaceas

Of black and white.

It is idealistic.

If only these problems

Were addressed,

These people removed,

Perfection could be achieved.

It operates through an air of superiority

Through arrogance and certainty.

Only some are worthy.

There is a hierarchy of evils.

There are means to an end.

Power is the vehicle.

Morality is shelved.

The solution requires

The methodology.

Compassion is a weakness.

It is a cancer.

It is a cancer.

It is a cancer.

That cancer is destroyed through the chemo of education, love, friendship and the final recognition that we are no better than anybody else.

We are all one, all equal.

If we work together we are stronger.

Opher 11.12.2017

It seems we are always going through this cycle where we embrace this ideology of fascism. We are going through a phase. The right is on the march. Populism, with all its ugly hate and fear, is a growing phenomenon.

Fear of Muslims. Fear of immigration. Fear of the outsiders. It seems to generate a response. That response is a great lurch to the right. Hysteria. Fascism.

We’ve fought wars to rid ourselves of this scourge but still is regularly arises.

These people see themselves as warriors standing up for the purity of their race. They feed off the stories that generate fear and hate. They exaggerate and invent the horror stories until the minds are clouded and the defence mode is paramount.

Woody Guthrie had a sign on his guitar – THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS.

Yes – that is true. You kill fascism through education, intercourse and understanding. Music is more powerful than bullets.