LOSE THE COMMUNITY BEGIN THE WAR

In the land of rocks and stones buried not too deep, just underneath the top soil and dirt, people lived as one in harmony upon the earth. A peaceful place where a neighbor was a neighbor and everyone was lee after being a neighbor.

No one worried much about anything, even though they constantly were reforming the bent plow blades, they lived by the law of good will and fair trade. Then one day after breaking a third plowshare one of the men who lived there in the land of rock and stones lying in wait just underground did declare that these rocks and the stones too were a pain in the ass for me and for you (as well as him too). 

The community came together and as one went a feelin’ and dug up every single hard and heavy one of ‘em. Just as a neighborly gesture, nothing more, one of the citizens of that land took a rock in his hand and placed it upon another. Seeing what he had done all the citizens went to the cairn of rock and stone they had built and did the same as the other and before you know it they had there, in that place their first wall, built rock upon stone and stone upon rock.

Then they saw how easy it had become to plow that field without braking anymore of the plowshare iron. Well to the end of the story it goes like this, as every wall was built the neighbor who now owned it decided he no longer needed to help clear rocks and stones from any other man’s field.

Each and everyone no longer needed good will or fair trade for all had their own yield as they decided what to plant and raise in their own field. Some of the walls went a higher and higher and became castles large and dark others stayed short so a jump would get you over them and you could sit and easily smoke with the friend next door.  

Yes if it twerent for them rocks and stones no man would to this day ever live in a land alone but once is was uncovered that stones made walls and rocks made them as tall as a man wanted them to be, that was the end of community and society of loving peace. It was then when invention came a knocking behind the wall, at every other door and soon enough in the peaceful land of dance and musical chords, filled with neighborly intention, man learned to turn plowshares into swords.

Then came the first formation gathering on the first rock cleared field that neighbors, now wall divided and dissension torn, could turn against each other and put their hands to war. And here is the end of it all, if we had left the rocks in the ground you and I could have remained together in harmony being neighborly. But once we separated ourselves with walls of rocks and stones we turned to envy and jealousy for it seemed that either your crops grown were higher or your grass greener than my own. And death came to the world for a rock and stone became a wall and a wall a war where we learned that the only way to be free was to own it all.

© M Durfee

1/19/12