Where do we go from here?

Those of you from older generations might remember and may well recognize that my title also was part of some famous lyrics. 'Games People Play' was a catchy song by 80's English Pop icons, The Alan Parsons Project. Making that association got me thinking; after combining the lyrics with the song's title, a poignant though subtle 'picture' emerged.

And I went further. I added the album or LP "The Turn of a Friendly Card" to the mix. What a result (America used a deck of cards to identify Saddam Hussein and his high-ranking staff)! The combined synergies of song and album posit a powerful and potent protest message.

And it is a just protest; one that has portents for the current state of affairs. If you prefer, as I do, 'chaos' is a better descriptor for today's world. Specifically, 'Games People Play' is speaking to/warning us about the events surrounding Ukraine. Of course, that warning is universal; a cursory glance around the globe reveals the sordid cesspool that human beings collectively have become. In re human history, I have no doubt: man's continued propensity for incessant warfare to inflict inhumanity on fellow man got us to this juncture.

By extension, I up the ante; the song's message is really that of sirens wailing triggered to place all of mankind on high alert: STOP. End all wars; Come, sit at a table; let us reason together with real dialogue; Inclusion, NOT exclusion. Give peace a chance. It seems Russia has been stating the exact same message, all along.

On closer inspection of the song's opening verses, a case for the Kiev junta's opprobrium in East Ukraine is obvious:

"Where do we go from here now that all other children are growin' up And how do we spend our lives if there's no-one to lend us a hand

I don't wanna live here no more, I don't wanna stay

Ain't gonna spend the rest of my life, Quietly fading away Games people play, You take it or you leave it Things that they say, Honor Brite If I promise you the Moon and the Stars, Would you believe it Games people play in the middle of the night"

With the Ukraine crisis in mind, I pondered these fine lyrics at length; I read them, and then re-read them; I read, three more times. More than once, I found myself singing along while reading. I want you to pay attention to the first two lines: "Now that all other children are growin' up." That sounds too good to be true; I don't see any evidence for this in East Ukraine. There, children are dying, in droves. In fact, many families or what's left of them would attest to my perspective, jaded as it is. Probably, the mothers of those poor lads conscripted into the army to wage genocide on the Kiev junta's behalf would also join the cause for peace in all of Ukraine. In fact, many Ukrainian mothers already identify with my cause. And they took action: they've organized protests, shielded and sometimes hidden their precious sons from the snares of the Kiev war waging regime.

Which beggars the question: How will those broken families spend the rest of their lives if there's no-one to lend them a hand? No doubt, that question should be posed to the Kiev criminals and the international gangster element that first placed the crazed illegitimate fascist ilk 'in power'. No amount of 'splaining' will exculpate their combined complicity for the mass murder of the defenseless innocent citizens of the Donbass region; especially reprehensible is the interventionists' wanton disregard for children, the elderly and the sick.

Continuing to read down, the next few lines reveal more explicit context for Ukraine. Those are brilliant in their simplicity. Who would want to live in Ukraine, East or West, under the current conditions? For certain, neither sane person, nor normal, decent, and civil citizen and anyone who has respect for rule of law want to remain in Where Do We Go From Here?

by Montresor


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Author`s name Timothy Bancroft-Hinchey