“Beasties Voice” – Chapter Six – Stand And Fight

“Beasties Voice”

By Gary Sohmers, 2017 copyright, All Rights Reserved

 

 

Chapter Six – Stand And Fight 

The difference between a philosophy and an action would be complicated to explain or understand.  And it appears now we may have a volatile situation with two groups of people with their antagonistic beasties leading their rational minds from a philosophy to action.  Sure they all have brains, plus the internet giving them more information about reality than ever before in Earth’s history, yet they choose to embrace what would be considered an irrational reality to any human with said basic understanding.  

We are about to start the next song on the list, and as Sid begins the shuffle of a drum beat I am wondering if we really want to sing a song called “Stand and Fight” right here right now.  The band comes in to play the jaunty little country beat, which has the citizens and fans nodding in like-minded comfort, feeling this as their music, as safe, the key and rhythm appealing to most everyone.

My song is about choice, wise choices, choosing correct purposes and knowing what you are fighting for and defending against.  I cue the band and we go into the first verse, “You can tell by the tone of my voice, life is giving you a multiple choice,” I sing in a twang that even the most natural of citizens can’t resist.  

Reflecting everyone’s viewpoint I sing, “I can read what I want into anything, is it real, or am I just imagining, could it be reality or fantasy, just make it critical or flattering.” 

“Cut me to pieces or build me like a wall, I wanna know how you feel, I give you my all, doesn’t really matter if I’m wrong or I’m right, I just wanna know if I should run, or Stand and Fight,” I sing with just the right amount of emphasis that rings true with everyone. 

“Stand and Fight, Stand and Fight,” we all chant with the citizens waving their signs, the punks pumping their fists and the rest of the fans projecting their peace signs with their hands.  I add my next line looking at Terra, “Like Tarzan for his Jane protects her paradise.”

“Stand and Fight, Stand and Fight,” comes the rallying cry from the masses, and I punctuate with, “Like a king for his queen protects her paradise,” and offering her a long distance bow as Terra gracefully twirls by her easel.  I join her and we laughingly enjoy each other’s company for a few moments while watching the mass of humans and beasties frolicking. We are joined by a smiling Gra dancing happily to our country jig.

At this point I believe that we have everyone involved, unified in the music and the song, although all groups for multiple different reasons and purposes, are divided up by the beasties that control, isolate or unify them.  I take Terra by her hand away from Gra and dance her to the front of the stage.

In my best down-home, twangy style of traditional country music sangin’, I release my words written to the woman of my dreams, “I can tell by the sparkle in your eyes, that subconsciously you’re trying to entice me,” followed by, “I hope the girl in you is ready to be a woman, cuz the boy in me is ready to be a man.”

Terra smiles graciously as I sing to her.  I speak my feelings as a poet, as a man of words, and since Terra realized she had become the muse to my storytelling, she has accepted my manner as long as it doesn’t obstruct or attempt to control her.  I would never let that happen again, since I was immature when I tried it the first time. I’ve learned, and the songs are proof.

We dance as rehearsed, but it is a natural romantic sharing of the flow, the music and contentment with everything as it should be.  I reiterate the sentiment of the chorus remembering my silly jealousy and possessiveness singing, “I can read what I want into anything, is it real, or am I just imagining, could it be reality or fantasy, just make it critical or flattering.”  My meaning that honesty could help evoke change in people’s minds and actions. I am singing to Terra, the audience, and to the beasties only few could see, who now appear to be gaining more control of their humans’ actions.

I throw my fate to the crowd pleading them to “Cut me to pieces or build me like a wall, I wanna know how you feel, I give you my all, doesn’t really matter if I’m wrong or I’m right, I just wanna know if I should run, or Stand and Fight.” 

Everyone on stage, joined by the audience, is now chanting along as the voices rise to match the sound of the instruments booming through the loudspeakers, “Stand and Fight, Stand and Fight.” 

Again, I allude to everyone having someone or something to fight for, “Like Tarzan for his Jane protects her paradise.” 

“Stand and Fight, Stand and Fight,” it comes roaring over the PA and from the masses, to which I proclaim my loyalty in a dramatic knee drop before Terra singing, “Like a king for his queen protects her paradise.”  

While my words are trying to protect Earth, humanity and civility, many of the audience members misunderstand the sentiment, and instead incite some irrational beasties edging towards physical violence.  So maybe I am not as powerful of a leader or wizard as I believe I am in my imagination, because the unification was again fragmenting.

As we end the song singing profoundly to “Stand and Fight,” the cheering subsides, and I become aware that the audience is noticing the beasties around us and themselves.

It appears our message was misunderstood, leading to the two extreme factions being ready to stand and fight each other because they all felt their way was the correct or only way.

The trouble was easy to identify and no longer imaginary.

 

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