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Yard Work |
Cyndi Mitchell | 6/19/08
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As I was doing yard work this morning, I realized that each and every one of us knows where those weapons of mass destruction are. They aren’t hidden in come obscure place in another country covered in sand and rocks and rage, they are in plain sight.
They are in each and every one of our hands.
I had one this morning in my hands — a weed eater. And to an ant or a stalk of clover it was a nuclear holocaust- — dirt and rocks flying everywhere, virtually destroying everything in its wake.
 Now, I know this may sound too simplified, and even silly, but not to an ant. Not to the parents of a daughter killed in the weapon of mass destruction that moved too fast along the highway, powered by weapons that sit quietly and deliciously in the too many beers and alcoholic drinks.
Not to a child in that way-far-away land who hears gunfire and bombing every hour of the day.
Weapons of mass destruction live in the additives in the foods that corporations make profits from, and in the cancer cells that destroy human tissue, from the additives the corporations are getting rich on. They’re in the pollution from factories, diesel and car engines.
Weapons of mass destruction in our hands kill innocent children and their mothers here and abroad every day from physical and sexual abuse. If you think about the millions of tiny molecules and atoms we are made of, any injury done to an area on our bodies was done by a weapon of mass destruction — to masses of cells.
Weapons of mass destruction killed 3,000 innocent people in New York. But how many weapons of mass destruction does it take to atone for those 3,000 in New York? Aren’t we about even-steven? I know you are wondering "Who does she think had the weapons of mass destruction?" I know who purportedly had them. "It wasn’t us!" you say vehemently.
But who do you think went in to that sandy, rocky area without all the information, guns locked and loaded? I’m not talking against the soldiers who were just doing their duty, I’m referring to the warlords who sent them. They ordered them to shoot first and ask questions later. They still are — and one of the upper crusties wants to keep the war going for a hundred years! Say what?
Every day our hands are the bases from which these weapons are launched and every day we have the choice to destroy or to build, with these remarkable appendages, that Nature gave us — or leave well enough alone.
We were looking for those weapons of mass destruction in somebody else’s hands, and they were in our own, all along. |
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