Play Song One Tin Soldier Rides Again
Under the Green Desk Lamp…
I've never had any real talent when it comes to music, which might crusade one to think that music class in elementary school was a squandered opportunity for this particular writer. Non and so.
I always appreciated the opportunity to acquire more than about the creation of music—and had the opportunity to experience a great deal of fresh sounds and bands, which fed more naturally into my deeper passion for story-telling and metaphor.
I think one moment in item, likely around grade 2, which stood out to me equally an exciting introduction to the incredible narrative potential of music. My small class had filed into the music room, and sat in a semi-circle upon the cold, carpeted flooring. There, we waited in silence as our instructor played us an one-time vocal, 'One Tin Soldier', by 'The Original Degree' (Link).
The song tells the story of two dissimilar kingdoms—one on a mountain, and one in the valley below. The people of the valley have heard legends most the glorious treasure kept by the mount people, and demand the mountain kingdom surrender their riches immediately. The mountain folk welcome the valley people, and offer to share all they accept. Needless to say, this proves insufficient for the violent valley tribe—who slaughter the mount people and take the prize all for themselves.
When the battle has concluded and the mount people all dead, the warriors from the valley turn over the stone to reveal their prize—a simple proclamation of 'Peace on Earth'.
The chorus of the vocal—repeated throughout—brings home the terribly apt message for us kids who may notwithstanding lack the nuances of literary estimation. It says:
'Become ahead and detest your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Exercise it in the proper noun of heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come up the judgment day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away'
These lines reverberated loudly through my child-mind, and continue to exercise so to this day. They are a poignant reflection on the folly of using God to justify atrocity, and seemed a sacrosanct truth to my youthful and naïve little brain.
I admit, information technology yet feels similar it should be as cocky-evident now as it was then, and I should expect to look around and find the lesson here to be well and thoroughly practical all effectually the world.
Sadly, this certainly isn't the case. To the correct and the left, every side of the political debate calls upon the name of God to justify their vitriol and hatred—encouraging increased violence and tighter command to continue their war against the dreaded 'other'.
This 'other' of course, is on a holy and justified-from-on-high mission of their own.
Information technology's a strange situation—that the entire world stands set up to tear the throats from ane another all over the assumed intentions of a God who has up to this betoken made no articulate endorsement of whatsoever of this childish bullshit.
Where does this leave u.s.a.? A sorry state, to say the least. With everyone feeling justified for every vile affair they exercise, and trumpeting the name of God about as if that undoes the sin of their actions, in that location is piddling room for somber reflection or moral consideration. When we self-justify by appealing to a greater power, we thusly strip ourselves of the responsibility of our actions.
God is never an alibi to human activity unjustly—and information technology is an peculiarly cowardly and desperately ironic alibi to attempt.
Over again, the lyrics come to mind.
'Yous can justify it in the end…'
Good luck with that.
Nosotros will, earlier this age ends, exist faced with many more encarmine mornings no doubt. Only at the least, let us face them with self-certainty and personal empowerment. Permit us act for ourselves and our ain values—with consideration and compassion for all others. That—and that alone—is acting in the name of God, no matter what proper noun yous cull for him.
All else is the purview of Tin can Soldiers—hollow and blood-soaked—who ride away with hopes despoiled and fates long-sealed.
-Brad OH Inc.
Source: https://bradohinc.com/2016/09/18/one-tin-soldier/
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