Watching The Way of the Gun was a very interesting two hours, if you haven’t seen it, I recommend it. It brought up some interesting points, such as the natural order that the world is suppose to have. It got me thinking about the possibility of a natural order, I’ve never really thought about it before. The natural order of things that is described in the movie is a very balanced mix of the fairytale lives that we are all told about in books and movies and then reality.
“There is a natural order. The way things are meant to be. An order that says the good guys always win, that you die when it’s your time or when you have it coming, that the ending is always happy-if only for someone else.”
This statement is the most realistic I have ever heard about happy endings, sometimes it’s just not happy for you. Now I’m wondering if Darwin was on to something or if we have completely ruled out the natural law of only the strongest survive…..It’s an interesting thought, and it also raises the question of strength of what, body, mind, character? All different attributes that at one time or another have their uses to aid in the survival process. Do only the strong survive? Or do we cater to the weak now to the point that it would be better for a person to be weak, because they would then get attention from others? Same thing with animals, people are more likely today to stop and help a hurt animal than a strong, healthy, lost animal. If we are completely ignoring the law of nature to build off of the strongest, are we effectively changing the law of nature? Or have our actions just not met with the consequences yet? Or even still, are we simply ignoring the consequences that have arisen from use battling out nature? Do the good guys always win? Do the bad guys always meet with justice? I think anyone with access to the evening news would have to say no…that isn’t the way that it is. Was it ever that way?
Always have to be brave and look out for the others
Always have to stay quiet and keep the secrets locked behind closed doors
Not wanting to upset the others you stay quiet and smile
Give hugs at night and always be brave
No monsters will get you little ones you say….and think, not while I’m here to keep them at bay
Standing guard you brace yourself for the sacrifice of another night
No sweet dreams for you as the others are set free in the darkness
Your nightmare is only beginning, as the stars glisten in from the window
The door creeks but it is not the monster in the closet, but the one down the hall
Calling out in a whisper, you pray that it will only come after you again this night
When it’s over the filth is the only reminder that the others are safe and you did your part
You kept the secret for another night but the knife feels heavier under your pillow
you grip the cool handle and wait…….
At school the others look at you, as if they know you’re hiding behind your face
Something more than the honor roll is held up inside the book sack that you carry
Getting through every day with straight A’s only gets you ignored
By your peers, teachers, counselors, and more
Traveling home on the bus, you sit in the same seat and stare at the same streets
You offer a smile up to a boy that walks towards the back but the icy gaze halts the march
He sits, back turned, out of sight out of mind the world keeps turning in denial
Look back outside the last hope of emotional expression cleared from your heart
You stare and wait………..
The houses fly by until you see the one you are suppose to call home
Not knowing what’s waiting inside you go ahead with the bravery that has become self sacrifice
The fake smiles and hugs as you enter into the chaos that awaits
Dinner burning, dirty floors and faces all around
Having to grow up and leave the past you push forward ever standing
Bracing yourself you move ahead, not allowing yourself to look back
Not wanting to think about what’s in the shadows that will follow
Looking only at what’s there, the only thing that’s real
You slip under the covers and again begin to pray
Reaching around the cool handle….you wait……
Years go by, never stopping to ask why
never stopping to wonder if you were alone
Never stopping to let someone in on the pain
Never expecting anyone else to stop and offer a bone
Dealing withe scraps of life that fate had sent and lent……You wait……..
Always moving forward with the bravery that was learned so long ago
embedded into your very being of survival
no one knows what awaits them under your shadowy mind
As it is overcome with the years of grief and turmoil
You go on waiting, hoping, but never quitting….never turning back.
Until at last you can’t see the end, for the earth no longer has a drop off
You can see that it is an every lasting circle of hurt and affliction
The circle that has only one possible solution, only one that you can see to make it stop
The knife is still there all these years later and you realize that it was never met for another
It was always for you, only meant for you, the only way to end the wait