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If you have just read Walker's poem, you can probably see why I thought it was the right time to give it more air.
With regard to ideas like the 'Joseph Store' I thought I'd mention this:A British politician recommended those in need buy supermarket 'own brand' goods as they are usually cheaper. He has been ridiculed for saying this. (I doubt the big food companies were pleased!)
Do you think he was right to point out one way of saving money, or should he keep his mouth shut?
I think he was right to make the suggestion. Many store brands are made by the brand name companies. Many of those that are not are still high quality. Even if a can of soup is a little thinner, it can still be nutritious. When one gets into produce, a red potato is a red potato. Yellow onions are yellow onions. Even if I can afford brand name products, sometimes it is prudent to buy more economically.
Thanks, Walker. Yes, I think we should all be grateful for every bit of wisdom flung out and rejecting because of who said something is like shooting ourselves in the foot.The longer we live, the more life lessons we've had the chance to absorb.
Anna wrote: "Thanks, Walker. Yes, I think we should all be grateful for every bit of wisdom flung out and rejecting because of who said something is like shooting ourselves in the foot.The longer we live, the..."
It is always good to learn from our mistakes, but it is better to learn from others' mistakes. Likewise, it is always good to be open to learning from the wisdom of others.
The first statement above is the premise of Solomon's Ecclesiastics and the latter the book of Proverbs.




Lessons Not Learned
The sordid, dismal past cries out
To ears both far and near,
Its warnings like a trumpet blast
For all who dare to hear.
The dismal dawns the despots dyed
In hues of black and red;
Our faces turn away and shun
The pictures that we dread.
The bellowed laughs and horrid shrieks
That mingled there as one,
Our minds dare not reflect to think
Of deeds that once were done.
The artist’s touch with branding iron
Showed skills that now are lost,
And mental pictures we contrive
Distort as they are glossed.
They must have thought it quite an art
To stretch one on the rack,
Inflict the limits nigh to death,
And then to bring them back.
The sordid, evil minds devised
Diverse and cruel ways
To torture those who’d dare dissent
And bring to close their days.
We think the ages dark and drear
Are distant ghosts, at best,
For surely we are civilized
And ages dark now rest.
We turn our heads and look away,
As apathy doth reign,
For we can surely shield our minds
To block out scenes of pain.
Just what excuses can we make
For closing off our minds
To dismal deeds that now are done,
To victims of all kinds?
A billion people aren’t enslaved
Just past the rising sun.
“My people love me,” comes the cry,
“Oppression there is none!”
The things we brush aside and think
We surely can ignore
Are things we do not recognize
As long, repeated lore.
Oppression? There is none to see,
For we can turn our backs
And entertain ourselves to fill
The voids we think life lacks.
Injustice lives and breathes today,
Abuses still abound;
The sordid, dismal past cries out,
But shall we hear the sound?
“How dare you now disturb my peace
With thoughts that are depressed?
I close my eyes and ears today
To those who are oppressed!”
“It cannot happen here,” you say,
But waiting in the wings,
Oppression lurks and seeks the chance
To test its viper’s stings.
“What I can’t see does not exist,
So now I close my eyes
And dream of what I won’t defend
Until at last it dies.”
Walker 5
17 May 2011
(Started 01 Apr 11 (first two stanzas), completed 17 May 11)