Love is a big topic so I am pretty sure I will have more to say on the subject.
This blog is supposed to be about Apolitical Blues. Perhaps this old poem by Lescelles Abercrombie, drawing on his experiences during WWI, seems very political, but when I was an impressionable 12 year old and I heard this recitation as the last song on the second side of a favorite album, it also helped me see how I, being a child/man, should be treated and how I should view kids as an adult.
It stuck out because it was a poem on an album, not a song (and frankly I didn’t much like poetry but I liked this). The Vietnam War was a hopeless mess that had been going on my entire life. It stuck out because my brother was approaching draft age. I saw anti-war protests and collected rubber bullets and tear gas canisters for Show-and-Tell. I had seen for years the black & white images of blood and death from Kent State, The Mekong Delta and elsewhere on the TV news and in Life magazine.
There are a lot of politics to talk about in that poem, but I will leave that be. Instead I am recalling that I took a message from this poem about the importance of children. I took a message about the importance of being accountable for the well-being of children, even if they are not your own. Maybe there isn’t anything MORE important. Children know only goodness until the grown-ups get involved (or fail to get properly involved, depending on your POV).