( Climbing the Washington Memorial by the stairs)
Eight hundred ninety seven steps of history …
A history … now written in a morally, rotting stone.
These unseen steps navigate our discarded values
missing nowadays from the walls of engraved granite.
What once was beauty and inspiration to a birthing nation
is now an increasing, national disgrace.
Embarrassed steps are hidden behind blind, locked doors
from the very people they were meant to inspire
for they are too expensive to be continually cleaned and repaired;
... too ashamed that national eyes might see their heartless graffiti,
... too busy protecting their caregivers from national dishonor
should a neighbor desire to climb the stairs unescorted,
never knowing who is vandalizing from above, behind, or below them.
Where is the innocence of the architects’ dreams ...
of recording our history within a warm, chiseled granite, staircase
that we might never forget the sacrifices our ancestors accepted
to secure us the freedoms we now take for granted … and totally abuse?
Now, the protecting rulers themselves reflect a moral disrepair;
and a morality discouraged … in exchange for monetary expedience.
Along with the disrespect for our beloved monument comes an
acceptance of increasing moral disrespect for our Almighty Father.
It is accepted .................... It is expected
and together with these comes a national, spiritual apathy.
Or, could it be that the original values of honorable men
from past generations have totally disappeared,
sacrificed to the falsely accepted attitudes of a morally
decaying belief that neither God, nor mankind, belongs
in this epoch of history and should never be allowed
to enter … again?
As a young soldier stationed at Ft. Belvoir, Virginia, in 1966,
I spent many a
weekend running the Washington Monument
stairs on a weekend pass.
I can’t do it any more. They are
closed to the public.
My country has lowered its historical values since I was a soldier.