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Fracas 2 (continued)

..."Oh God reach for me". This is an 18 year old falling as he is struck by the bullet fired in Fracas 1. His thoughts and dreams scattered about, his life flashes in front of his eyes as he slips through the fabric of time and space.

This is a poem as it appears in the painting

Sons

My son, your son -

Our children collapsed on the battlefield, a mother’s worst nightmare -

Parents’ worst nightmare -

A terrified son’s despair that cannot be comforted -

A child’s mortal wound that cannot be nursed -

A child cloaked in darkness who cannot be reached -

A cry for help that cannot be answered and will echo for a lifetime -

You will hear in many instances that it is God’s will or a divine test. Nonsense, wars are never God’s will. Wars  are always the will of a few men -

Misguided men that set nations on paths of destruction -

A few oxytocin-less men and their lieutenants, who bully, cajole, woo, and mesmerize citizenries into acquiescence or silence -

Humanity’s hope is that their warrior mindset will fade with each passing generations. Still, war is a cunning culture with fortified institutions that self-protect and self-perpetuate -

Brutality is an unambiguous persuader -

Only a few men who use religion, nationalism, ethnicity, greed as pretexts to     bolsterRETURN

their hubris and further their ambitions -

Their rhetoric is sweet in the mouth but will singe your belly, breasts and heart -

Their aim is to benefit from your labor of love and the ultimate sacrifice of the    child you so tenderly nursed to life -

They build large collections of impressive war toys. War toys require toy soldiers -

They plot in secret but will come in the light of day with decrees, medals or promises of virgins and eat your young -

Their predation is in plain sight, yet most of us miss it, choose not to see it, or have been programmed to think that it is something else -

Those few men will tell you that it is the nature of men, but that too is a lie. It is their nature -

They know that when the friend soldiers fall, anger becomes personal and the firefights will self-energize -

Still yet, where are the voices of those safeguarding the nurseries?

If your voice is not silenced then raise it. If your eyes are not blindfolded then meet their gaze -

Whisper your dreams into your infants’ ears. Teach them disdain for injustice and oppression -

Teach them to value life and kindness -

Yvan Lamothe

Seeds of Wisdom Mother (continued)

...various behaviors and temptations, one dives in with abandon while the other cautiously experiments. In theRETURN end the one without conviction and core beliefs gets overwhelmed, withers away and gets buried. Moderation equipped with wise filters at the earliest stages of its existence blossoms into a mighty oak tree and bears countless seeds.

The Devil's Domain (continued)

...but rather within the individual human mind. That is where all the conflicts are conceived and rehearsedRETURN before they are performed on the world stage with blazing effects, and to our detriment. The battle between good and evil can only be settled within the human mind, and never on the battlefield. Purge the bad thoughts as they pop into our brains and the world will become safer.

Christmas Eve (continued)

...Rachelle is holding a chain with a cross, Maria is holding the flashlight. Today Maria is an endocrinologist andRETURNRachelle holds an MBA degree. The night sky is what I grew up with in Haiti. It literally seemed like you could travel by starlight alone.

The Bowery (continued)

..Doing missionary work. My mentor was Rev. William "Bill" Marcus James the minister of The United Methodist Church on 135th street in Harlem, New York City. He would give me clothes and I would distribute them to theRETURN indigent population in the Bowery skid row and Lower East Side, while I ministered to them. I visited many flophouses and made the acquaintance of many Bowery residents. Decades later while reminiscing about those days, I was inspired  to paint The Bowery.

Foundation (continued)

...exist for ever? Many mathematicians are terrified of the very concept of infinity. Foundation is how I makeRETURN sense of it all. Now I do not just believe that there is a God, I know there is one.

Tempting Innocence (continued)

...There I spent time with quite a few interesting individuals. One of them was a sex-offender who was abused repeatedly at a very young age. To him molesting children was the norm, that is what he perpetuated.RETURN Ironically, decades later while working as a parole officer, I supervised this individual when he was released into the community. Sure enough, after a short period of time he tried to molest an 11 year old in a parking lot and I had to arrest him and return him to the Forensic Unit (now located inside the state prison). I also met an ex-police officer. He was there for murdering his family. He told me that when he was a child, his stepfather enticed him with an apple to perform fellatio. They inspired me to do this painting.