Showing posts with label Sparrow's Nest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sparrow's Nest. Show all posts

Tuesday 10 February 2015

To Slaughter The Image Of God.


       As a life long atheist, I'm always troubled by those who believe in a God, creator of all things, and then go out wearing a uniform and kill their God's creation. To me it seems a total contradiction of all they believe in. However, I also believe that people who base their lives on a foundation of irrationality, will go on to do irrational things.
      I came across this poem while reading an old copy of Guy Aldred's The Word, Volume iv, No.7 February 1943, on The Sparrow's Nest site, and decided to put it on the blog, aimed at those who somehow, can tie together, their love of God, and the need to kill his creation.

I slaughtered a man, a brother,
    In the wild, wild fight at Mons.
I see yet his eyes of horror,
    I hear yet his cries and groans.
We met on the edge of the trenches,
    Where murder, in crimson, rode.
When swish went my blade to his stomach.
   I'd slaughtered the Image of God.

We'd never in anger quarrelled.
     We never had met before.
But someone had dreamt of conquest,
     and we had to buy it with gore.
Perhaps he'd a wife and children,
    Through whose hopes and dreams he strode,
With the pride of a king in his empire,
     An heroic Image of God.

And I asked myself the question,
     As I saw in his glazing eyes:
“Am I my brothers keeper?”
      Till the sod I trod on cries:
“You made his wife a widow,
       Made desolate her abode,
Your thrust made his children orphans,
      You slaughtered the Image of God.”

The cold, cold stars keep blinking,
      And the winds make moaning sighs.
Men worship me as hero, and laud me to the skies.
     But I keep on thinking dully, till my heart gets like a clod,
Of the thrust I made in the trenches
    That slaughtered the Image of God.

James C. Welsh.
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Tuesday 27 January 2015

Who Was Peter McKellar?

    I believe that we should never forget those comrades who stood against authority when it was at its harshest and most repressive. Reading through an old copy of The Word, on the Sparrow's Nest site, I came upon the case of Peter McKellar. The article starts with:-- 
     Our comrade Peter McKellar of 38 South Annadale Street, Glasgow, will have been court-martialled for the second time before these lines are printed.
     Then aged 22, a glazier by trade, he registered as a conscientious objector on December, 26, 1939. His case was heard on April 23, 1940, by the Glasgow Tribunal, consisting of Sir A. C. Black, K.C., Sir Robert Bruce, J.P.. L.L.D., and Mr. (now Sir) R. Bryce Walker, C.B.E., etc.
    McKellar told the Tribunal that his father was killed in the great war. He would not butcher nor yet be butchered. It was enough that this had happened to his father. The Tribunal sympathised with him. He replied that he wanted justice as an anti-militarist, not sympathy.
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      Who was Peter McKellar, is there anybody out there who can throw some light on this comrade and man of principle. We should remember our own, record their life, they are part of our history, the history of the ordinary man and woman of our communities.  So if you have any wee bit of info, no matter how little a detail, please share it with ann arky, so that we can try to put his page in its rightful place in our history.
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