I’ve been thinking recently about why people do the things they do; monsters like Amin, Mugabe, Karadzic, Hindley. What is it them that drives their hatred? Is it something outside of their control, or is it their only means of pleasure?
Not being a great lover of poetry, I seldom read much apart from Betjeman or some of the WWI poets, but a friend sent me this yesterday, and I thought it was rather special:
Tenebrous shadows congregate
and murmur surreptitiously.
About the vagaries of fate
and who or what they used to be.
Once powerful now powerless.
They complain interminably
but to the world have no access.
No power on earth can set them free.
They are condemned for their past sins
and all must serve their sentence out
But then of course new life begins
another chance of finding out.
Where they went wrong, try to amend
for hurts they caused deliberately.
Impossible now to pretend.
They see with renewed clarity.
That as you sow so shall you reap.
This simple law can’t be repealed.
That’s why the shadows wail and weep
because their sins lie unconcealed.
Each act recorded faithfully
there is no way that you can lie.
Although you acted furtively
you can’t escape the watchful eye.
Of your own deep subconscious mind
Recording what you did and why.
A monitor that’s well designed
to bring to light what you deny.
Yours is the only evidence
that karmic law will listen to.
No one can speak in your defence.
The faults are clearly down to you.
You are the jury and the judge
and you impose your own sentence.
No legal niceties to fudge
and no pretended penitence.
You join the other shadows who
wait in the dark impatiently.
To be reborn as someone new.
Your role selected carefully.
To give the opportunity
to undertake the tests again.
The tests you failed so miserably
by causing other people pain.
You’ll suffer as you caused them to
Their agonies will be redressed
your wickedness rebounds on you
Until the lesson is impressed.
If you succeed you can move on
It is entirely up to you.
Each life can teach a new lesson
as each life is intended to.
No one’s condemned eternally
you always get another chance.
Some learn their lessons easily
according to their circumstance.
But others find it very hard
and fail the test repeatedly.
A life of misery their reward
but they will learn eventually.
That what you give is what you get.
The scales must balance perfectly.
All other laws you can forget.
All men are treated equally
It’s written by a gentleman named Ivor E Hogg, and there is a free download of 200 of his poems in the form of an e-book from this link