Our Yearly Carousel of Death

(I apologize for not posting in a while. The fall semester has just begun and I’m already weighed down with a ton of school work.)

To the same old
Ruinous bends
Charred from the hail  
Of murdering skies

Down the same roads
That howl
With earnest despair

Braced for the clearing
Their skies
Forever shroud in death  

All there is to reap
So hopelessly sprawled
Far and wide

Is the scourge
Of a jagged
And sure demise  

Brought forth
In flames
Year, by callous  year

We Americans claim to be a peace-loving people. We hate bloodshed; we are opposed to violence. Yet we go into spasms of joy over the possibility of projecting dynamite bombs from flying machines upon helpless citizens. We are ready to hang, electrocute, or lynch anyone, who, from economic necessity, will risk his own life in the attempt upon that of some industrial magnate. Yet our hearts swell with pride at the thought that America is becoming the most powerful nation on earth, and that it will eventually plant her iron foot on the necks of all other nations. Such is the logic of patriotism.
—  Emma Goldman, “Patriotism, a Menace to Liberty” (1911)
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