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Cruel and Unusual
Cruel and Unusual
by Ted L Glines
Is lethal injection
cruel and unusual?
but is it unusual?
No, lethal injection is
the usual death penalty
in some states.
The way that Jesus died
but not unusual;
Romans did it all the time.
We like to view the Cross
as the choice of Jesus
to save us sinners,
but He was given no choice.
Our Cross is a Roman
symbol of life-death power;
arrogance in its darkest hour.
Even when they were pagans,
Romans had Catholic DNA
(miniscule time-warp there) .
What do we do with a man that kills
for anger or just for thrills,
how do we put his evil to rest
and avoid the cruelty test?
The man who injects the drug
or he who pulls the switch,
is a murderer at best
paying a cost,
his soul is (maybe?) lost.
There abides a greater mandate;
(I believe it is greater)
Thou Shalt Not Kill
(murder if you like) .
How do we measure unusual
If I found a murderer, I would put him in the hands of the family of the person he had killed, and they could exact their chosen retribution on him. Yes, this is a tribal way of dealing with a murderer. Is murder a sin? I certainly would never encumber myself with the sin of murdering him, myself. Would you? Nor would I pay a public servant to be his executioner, for that would encumber me with the sin of demanding his murder (tax-paying does not let you avoid the sin) . Even an atheist must address his own self-blame for murdering... a murderer (Catch 22) .
Ted L Glines
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On the road between Cologne and Frankfurt
The SS bus with painted over windows made its way
Through the streets of picturesque Hadamar
Heading for the psychiatric hospital of the town.
The vehicle carried on board a terrible secret
But the people of Hadamar already knew it.
And when the children sighted the bus they shouted:
'Here goes the death crate again'.
The travellers on the SS bus were handicapped Germans
Physically deformed or mentally ill children and adults
Slated for murder by lethal injection or carbon monoxide.
In the summer of 1941 thick smoke billowed over Hadamar
From the ovens of the hospital while its staff celebrated
With champagne the cremation of their ten thousandths patient.
It was in1933 that the Third Reich legalized
The eugenic sterilization of the incurably malformed
The blind, the deaf, the psychotic and the feeble minded.
Six years later Hitler signed a written order
Authorizing his euthanasia operation for the killing
Of Germans graded as inferior and racially valueless.
The euthanasia program was a state secret. It started
In a Berlin villa at Tiergarten 4 and the location
Provided the code name T4. At the Brandenburg clinic
Near the capital the patients were murdered
By orally administered drugs, injections or gas.
The gas chambers were disguised as shower baths
Wherein the victims were poisoned by carbon monoxide
Emitted from gas cylinders.
Apart from Brandenburg and Hadamar, there were
Four additional euthanasia centres: Hartheim, Grafeneck,
Bernburg and Sonnenstein. By the summer of 1941 at least
5,000 children and 70,000 adults were murdered in them.
The authorities delivered urns containing the ashes
Of the victims to their families and told them lies
About the cause of death. One family was informed
That their beloved relative died of acute appendicitis
Although this patient had had his appendix taken out
Several years before.
In 1941 the bishop of Munster, Clemens August
Graf von Galen filed murder charges
Against unknown persons at the public persecutor's office
And also delivered a public sermon denouncing
The euthanasia program. On 24 August of the same year
The murder operation stopped temporarily.
It was renewed later under even greater secrecy.
In fact the Nazis expanded the operation
And applied the experience that they gained
At the euthanasia clinics to what they called euphemistically
The 'final solution' to the 'Jewish problem'. Thus T4
Had facilitated the systematic murder of six million Jews.
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The Eyes of Swayambhu
Beloved poet 'Icchuk'!
On one of those days that have become history
a few days before you were killed
we are together - you and I
and with a pair of underground hands
you had scribbled a couple of sleepless dreams
at this very place
where, under the eyes of Swambhu
I am at present
seeking for those days
albeit in recollections!
Beloved poet 'Icchuk'!
When the news of your murder
reached villages and counties
like a momentous storm
the eyelashes of all seekers of a bright sky
were simultaneously soaked
and villages, tired of scarcities
wept along with me.
Papers sold more copies
for carrying the news of your demise.
The hapless people wept at your end
until their tears gathered to form a Gandaki -
yes, they were the same people
whose future you are seeking
even after your demise
the way people search for saligrams
Children sang mourning songs.
Beloved poet 'Icchuk'!
All these happened at the news of your murder!
A day after your murder
I asked the keen eyes of Swayambhu
whether a sun
with an old bag
and a lean body
roamed around, thither
as it did a day or so
earlier in the past.
I asked further
if a moon with sweet dreams
came that way, or not.
Have you seen
the foot marks of his murder?
Mounted on the top of this hill
did you recognize
the corpse of my beloved poet?
Tell o, the great eyes of Swayambhu!
You were, for sure a witness,
when my beloved poet was killed.
Did you ever see him around?
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Eyes Invisible watching,
Spirit Supreme groaning...
Heart Almighty mourning...
While supporters of unborn murder
Give silent or loud shouts
To destroy innocent lives.
No word defends
Unborn murder stands!
Barbaric madness and error,
To the unborn babes' terror...
Having deranged self-love -
The inexorable hinderer
Of sweet reason;
Devoid of reason and love...
Of sweeping violence
On snowflakes of innocence...
In lies and crimes;
Blood-guilty rejecters of God!
Know nothing of God, of love...
For love brings forth only
What is worthy of love.
Have you forgotten His Blood,
Shed for offspring of the womb
Owing to His Love?
Love - the life of the soul...
While pro-murder candidates
And the inclement fans -
Stand all deadly wrong...
Beware when facing
The Author and Finisher of Life
There shall be no joyous song
For being unyieldingly wrong!
To reform thought before facing God,
And voiceless victims' flood...
Bought costly with Savior's Blood...
To be horrified by their agony and terror
Owing to your heartless error...
Unceasing in their misfortune,
Supporters of insupportable -
Murdering their own souls...
Allowing irreversible crimes
For perverted political goals!
Beware... God casts the final ballot!
Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.
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