Worth Saving Poem by David Welch

Worth Saving



I just heard the strings of a piece crafted by Mozart long ago,
played by orchestra in Berlin,
easily lost myself within,
in never fails to make me grin,
such a sublime grace all should know.

But then some talking heads came out, called Mozart just a ‘dead white male, '
declared his music so racist,
only liked by supremacists,
that we've a duty to ‘resist, '
that Europe is nothing but failed.

They focus on mistakes long past, say that is all you ever were,
think you should just lay down and die,
be ashamed of the tint of your hide,
let pretty much anything fly,
even things that truly disturb.

As if only Europe conquered, ever made that old mistake,
forgetting that that Japanese,
and also the Muslim states seized,
Inca and Aztec took freely,
it's an error all peoples make.

As if only Europe did judge people by how they appeared,
it's an all common state,
done by the mid-east to this day,
ask China their thoughts about race,
it will always be with us, I fear.

But they forget to see the good when the pros and cons they weigh,
never mention a Coleridge rhyme,
or a grand, French diner divine,
cathedrals that echo through time,
I think those things should have their say.

Shakespeare and his pentameter, vital after four centuries,
Cervantes and his man Sancho,
Dumas and Montecristo,
the great tales of Boccaccio,
Dicken and his fine ghosts three.

Beethoven's sonic fury still staggers even jaded minds,
Tchaikovsky made eighteen-twelve
sound utterly epic as well,
Hayden's string quartets still sell,
even Beatles have immortal rhymes.

Newton and his marvelous brain cracked open the world of physics,
Charles Darwin shocked with his words,
Galileo far orbits observed,
Einstein showed that space was a curve,
built up our science, brick-by-brick.

A Pantheon of perfection, still grand amidst the Roman street,
Notre Dame, lofty and sacred,
Sagrada rises high overhead,
Parliament sports the Big Ben,
the majestic dome of Saint Pete's.

Who can't help but like Highlander games with cabers tossed every which way?
Running with bulls puts you to the test,
who can frown at Oktoberfest?
Gotta' love those Christmas markets,
the traditions of holiday.

To think that two rather large wars invalidate the entire thing?
All mankind is versed in war,
fought in many, many before,
we'll be fighting them forever more,
doesn't mean you aren't worth saving.

Now your cultures face angry foes who believe you should not survive.
Extremists who promote Islam,
socialists who get everything wrong,
‘elite' leftists who put you on,
dragging you down with their lies…
When, in truth, Europe should grow and thrive.

Monday, December 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: culture,europe,rhyme,society,truth
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