The orchestra played as the Titanic went down. At first as a delaying tactic for panic. surely all must be well? Then an act of pure bravery Hastening on many souls Into the next world. The Jews at Auschwitz were serenaded By the camp orchestra . Shaved heads and emaciated bodies Replaced ballgowns and jewels . Musicians, dead inside, And those being herded like cattleAlike…lost, cut loose from comfortProjected into unreality. Pipers walked unarmed towards certain death. The pipes urging our bravest and bestFathers, husbands, lovers and young men Into the relentless sea of machine guns; Mustard gas and endless stinking mud Cutting them down like marionettes in hellback into the trenches Lifeless staring eyes, rats and despair. Music has always had the ability To inflame the passions or sooth the soul Because it acts on our subtle senses. At times the juxtaposition of soothing While suffering terribly accentuates both A demonic blending of two sides of the same coin. This power is abused by thoseWho are aware of it So the National Anthem will make men kill While feeling proud In confused minds of manipulation. Oh there is a time for all that. A time to be proud...But We need to step Outside the music To know.
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