The NON-RESISTANT

 

This declaration came about under the following circumstances: Byron King read a comment referencing Leo Tolstoy’s book The Kingdom of God is Within. He then read the first chapter which references William Lloyd Garrison who took part in a discussion on the means of suppressing war in the Society for the Establishment of Peace among Men, which existed in 1838 in America. Garrison came to the conclusion that the establishment of universal peace can only be founded on the open profession of the doctrine of non-resistance to evil by violence, in its full significance, as understood by the Quakers, with whom Garrison happened to be on friendly relations. Having come to this conclusion, Garrison thereupon composed and laid before the society a declaration, which was signed at the time–in 1838–by many members. Being non-religious Byron King decided to update this declaration for all the people of the world to embrace.

“DECLARATION OF PEACE.” USA, 2011.

“We the undersigned, regard it as due to ourselves, to the cause which we love, to the country in which we live, to publish a declaration expressive of the purposes we aim to accomplish and the measures we shall adopt to carry forward the work of peaceful universal reformation.

“We do not acknowledge allegiance to any human government. Our country is the world, our countrymen are all mankind. We love the land of our nativity only as we love all other lands. The interests and rights of American citizens are not dearer to us than those of the whole human race. Hence we can allow no appeal to patriotism to revenge any national insult or injury…

“We conceive that a nation has no right to defend itself against foreign enemies or to punish its invaders, and no individual possesses that right in his own case, and the unit cannot be of greater importance than the aggregate. If soldiers thronging from abroad with intent to commit rapine and destroy life may not be resisted by the people or the magistracy, then ought no resistance to be offered to domestic troublers of the public peace or of private security.

“The dogma that all the governments of the world are approvingly ordained by any God, and that the powers that be in the United States, in Russia, in Turkey, are in accordance with his will, is no less absurd than impious. It makes the impartial Author of our existence unequal and tyrannical. It cannot be affirmed that the powers that be in any nation are actuated by any spirit or God therefore their overthrow of their subjects is inevitable.
 ”We regard inhumane and unlawful not only all wars, whether offensive or defensive, but all preparations for war; every naval ship, every arsenal, every fortification, we regard as inhumane and unlawful; the existence of any kind of standing army, all military chieftains, all monuments commemorative of victory over a fallen foe, all trophies won in battle, all celebrations in honor of military exploits, all appropriations for defense by arms; we regard as unchristian and unlawful every edict of government requiring of its subjects military service.

“Hence we deem it unlawful to bear arms, and we cannot hold any office which imposes on its incumbent the obligation to compel men to do right on pain of imprisonment or death. We therefore voluntarily exclude ourselves from every legislative and judicial body, and repudiate all human politics, worldly honors, and stations of authority. If we cannot occupy a seat in the legislature or on the bench, neither can we elect others to act as our substitutes in any such capacity. It follows that we cannot sue any man at law to force him to return anything he may have wrongly taken from us; if he has seized our coat, we shall surrender him our cloak also rather than subject him to punishment.

“We believe that the penal code of the old covenant–an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth–has been abrogated by any thinking man and that under the new covenant the forgiveness instead of the punishment of enemies should be upheld in all cases whatsoever. To extort money from enemies, cast them into prison, exile or execute them, is obviously not to forgive but to take retribution.

“The history of mankind is crowded with evidences proving that physical coercion is not adapted to moral regeneration, and that the sinful dispositions of men can be subdued only by love; that evil can be exterminated only by good; that it is not safe to rely upon the strength of an arm to preserve us from harm; that there is great security in being gentle, long- suffering, and abundant in mercy; that it is only the meek who shall inherit the earth; for those who take up the sword shall perish by the sword.

“Hence as a measure of sound policy–of safety to property, life, and liberty–of public quietude and private enjoyment, we cordially adopt the non-resistance principle, being confident that it provides for all possible consequences, is armed with omnipotent power, and must ultimately triumph over every assailing force.

“If we abide evil by our fundamental principle of not opposing evil by evil we cannot participate in sedition, treason, or violence. We shall submit to every ordinance and every requirement of government, and in no case resist the operation of law, except by meekly submitting to the penalty of disobedience.

“But while we shall adhere to the doctrine of non-resistance and passive submission to enemies, we purpose, in a moral and logical sense, to assail iniquity in high places and in low places, to apply our principles to all existing evil, political, legal, and ecclesiastical institutions, and to hasten the time when the kingdoms of this world will have become the kingdom of love. It appears to us a self-evident truth that whatever dogma is designed to destroy at any period of the world, being contrary to it, ought now to be abandoned. If, then, the time is predicted when swords shall be beaten into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks, and men shall not learn the art of war any more, it follows that all who manufacture, sell, or wield these deadly weapons do thus array themselves against the peaceful dominion of all men on earth.

“Having thus stated our principles, we proceed to specify the measures we propose to adopt in carrying our object into effect.

“We expect to prevail through the Foolishness of Preaching. We shall endeavor to promulgate our views among all persons, to whatever nation, sect, or grade of society they may belong. Hence we shall organize public lectures, circulate tracts and publications, form societies, and petition every governing body. It will be our leading object to devise ways and means for effecting a radical change in the views, feelings, and practices of society respecting the immorality of war and the treatment of enemies.

“In entering upon the great work before us, we are not unmindful that in its prosecution we may be called to test our sincerity even as in a fiery ordeal. It may subject us to insult, outrage, suffering, yea, even death itself. We anticipate no small amount of misconception, misrepresentation, and calumny. Tumults may arise against us. The proud and pharisaical, the ambitious and tyrannical, principalities and powers, may combine to crush us. So they treated many before us whose example we are humbly striving to imitate. We shall not be afraid of their terror. Our confidence is love and not in man. Having withdrawn from human protection, what can sustain us but that faith which overcomes the world? We shall not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try us, but rejoice inasmuch as we are partakers of men’s sufferings.

 

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Water Sings

it flows through our lands
and through our veins.
it goes where it can
unless we contain.

the fluid of life
we cannot replace.
two days without
we all meet our fate.

we bottle it.
we dam it.
we pipe it.
we strain it.

it is sold like gold
to poor people now.
river waters and wells
all poisoned somehow.

the number one killer
in the world it is.
the maker of kings.
the murderer sings.

I am not yours to own.
I am not disease.
I am transient.
I am FREE.

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My Cyclone

Toxins in the food. In the water. In the air. Genes modified to adapt to this fair. Born in to me a mental exhaustion. Creating in me a major depression. I have had it for years. And all the thoughts that go with it. On the rollercoaster of life I ride. A continuous dwelling machine I hide. Circular thinking in me expands. As another negative thought train begins. What have I done? Is there enough time? Enough rising suns? Will I accomplish what I have begun?

With the clock ticking my pills kick in. My mood balances and lets me in. I am aware. I can now smile. I have done enough. My life feels complete with this chemical relief. I have made enough art for several lives. Written enough for several wives. And really who reads them anyhow? For I am here now. I am in this moment with you.

With our fixer upper home. Carpet to replace and walls to paint too. A home to make ours for heaven’s sake. A new life. The American dream despite all the things I’ve done. It has landed in our lap and a new life has begun. I think about depression and where it did go. It is my dark rider and shadows me. It is there somewhere I always know.

Sometimes I miss the voices it injects into my thinking. The restlessness it makes me feel between blinking. The deep questioning of myself and this world. I do all this still but just for a moment. No more spells cast putting me in a trance. Destructive casualties of a man filled with hate. Hate for the love that I feel. Making me believe that an artist can not be positive and still.

In the moment, now not being held. The dark passenger can wait outside as we build our lives. As our home gets painted and the floors are redone. I’ll continue to take my pills and balance my ride. No more rollercoaster, that I so despise.

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How Little I KNow

binary in nature.
yes or no.
this is the flow.
how the universe grows.

a cell divides.
male or female.
yes or no.
the data grows.

our children live
to learn.
to carry our genes
to yearn

for the answers.
to the questions.
the universe unfolds.
bits of data.

life’s algorithm
to know.
the questions
continue.

from one life
to another.
the torch
is passed.

into the database
of life, we last.
simple equations
for the infinite question.

yes or no.
the data grows.
yes or no.
how little I know.

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We Strive

Posters of action heroes worshipped.  Men with guns getting what they want.  Ski masked faces of young men.  Pushing through doors.  Inflicting fear on who they want.  When they want.  Physical in nature.  Boots to skulls.  Hearts broken.  Bars for these men await.  Can they take it.  Will they make it, without being caught.  Generations teaching this trade to another.  This is how we do it son.  Take this gun and take life.  Soldiers and cops training to stop this, anarchy.

Needle in arm.  Heart beat stops.  Body cold.  Child calls for help but can’t quit watching commercials.  Mother has left now.  Did not want him to inherit her training.  To hate herself.  To make a life with whoever she could. No matter what she had to do.  No matter how many times she was abused.  The needle became her friend. It was always there.  Bottles too.  This is why this child cannot become unglued.  T.V. was always was there for him, not you.

Grandmother inherits boy and his hate too.  No apologies.  People learn how to wear their faces like masks.
No need to hide.  An unchanged face can disguise.  No matter what is going on inside.  She feeds
him and cleans him.  Acts like there is nothing the matter with dope’s lust.  Tells him, your mom just needed
a way out.  She didn’t know to how to adjust.  The world is a mighty fine place she tells herself, in disgrace.

The strong survive and the weak die.  Some animals hide and some fight.  Some take flight.  Some learn to
walk the invisible line.  The line that divides.  Railroad tracks run through broken ghost towns.  Blocks of row
homes abandoned.  Graffiti their new skin. Doors and windows hammered shut.  As bodies lie wrapped
up.  Keeping the cold out when it arrives.  Squatters living next to lawyers.  In this animal kingdom, we strive.

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Skipping Stones

A stone comes to you hard and rough. Abrasive. You polish the stone and talk to it. Show it respect. Hoping that it will eventually reflect. Hoping that it will learn language. The days go on and no sound returns. No thank you. No yes ma’am. No acknowledgement.

You play dress up. Put the stones with other stones. They all have names and you march them to and fro. Because you make it so. Their ears bud. They slowly begin to sound words. They begin to play together. They speak now. It seems forever. See patterns. They count beans. They become serene.

But they are stones. Rough around the edges. More polished. More functional. Not pretend. Nearly human. For the time and patience you gave. For the games and lessons made. For these stones you sought to reach. For these stones you did teach. Are now ready to skip across their pond. To take down the Goliaths of their future.

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Politics Aside

a person shot dead
in the head
crowds rejoice
nationalism is fed

politics aside
no more place to hide
fed to the fishes
cowboys yelling rawhide

as widows and orphans cry
a man that stopped the world
for ten years he did hide
directing the car bombs of jihad

as we fought and we flew
remote control drones
directed from air conditioned zones
civilians signed up to GET SOME

revenge they did want
to war they did point
that each man should see death
once in a lifetime

with death they did dance
for death takes no stance
money funneled into corporations
to rebuild two destroyed nations

schools that were built
fortress walls where men knelt
to pray for a day this would end
when our soldiers would come back

to raise a new generation
teach them not to hate
teach them to believe
that no war is worth one man

trillions should have been spent
on victims of the crimes he did commit
prisons, torture and torment
our morals were tested

forgiving and forgetting not shown
to the enemies that were known
to the prisoners detained
the Lord’s name taken in vain

as a tool to promise change
these are historic times
one man and a plot devised
to take down a culture he despised

his DNA now taken, no way to escape or hide
no cave or walls thick enough to disguise
the end of a decade of terror and lies
an ideology of hate victimized

all of humanity
all virtue
all dignity
all lives

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The Tyranny of the King



Tyranny of the King by byron-king

We didn’t want the king so we went to war.
We didn’t want taxes and now we are poor.
Today we watch as a prince and princess are wed.
Across the pond, pomp and circumstance is led
Down the streets that enslaved us from a distance.
Now England is our best ally when we need assistance.
The 13 colonies fought hard for freedom, make no mistake.
Now social wars continue inside these 50 broken states.
Now we mass import Chinese sweatshop products and plastic.
After we fought a war in Korea and a war in Vietnam
To keep the spread of communism from our children.
We chose our freedom to choose to win or lose.
Then our banks were bailed out and main street was fooled.
Corporate greed we sold out to instead of any king.
No universal health care for this country but today we sing
The Queen’s songs on this magical day.
No culture of our own, we have proved Britain’s colony today.
No royal family of our own to bow down to.
We still respect the crown and watch with eyes unglued.

No matter the blood spilled in past to have this view.
We still need a king and a slave trade too.


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Hope and Pocket Change


Numbers before my eyes.
New dates, new labor and times.
Not sure how they may take
Me from point A to make
It to point B, to another
Place to orientate.
To buy a house now.
To put money down.
Make charges on a card.
To sign my name King.
As the market bell rings
The future of a new family is found.
A home they wish to round
Out and make their own.
New paint, new floors, new loan.
As bombs fall in distant lands.
As gas drills into toxic water expands.
The state in which we were raised
We wish to educate our own.
To make a life of our own.
To make the world a better place.
No security in this space.
To live from month to month
Is to be American.
With no future but today
Marching into tomorrow in dismay.
Holding onto HOPE even if
It’s just a four letter word.

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War from Afaristan

Armed Predator drones flying above.
Human emotions they know not of.
Hunting targets to be blown apart.
Continuing wars that politicians start.
Bombing people like ants.
Little blips on screens they scan.
From refrigerator boxes orders are sent.
Clicking, enjoying, sticking the fight.
An extension of our American might.
For Lunch spreading fire sauce on refried beans.
Right after firing on real human beings.
The video game generation’s calling.
Using their skills to strike the falling.
Civilian casualties just another factor.
Friendly fire another psychological reactor.
These eyes in the sky will find their prey.
Armed Predator drones are flying low today.
The easiest way to kill is by remote.
The targets on these monitors do not float
In the dreams of those who push FIRE.
No PTSD for the U.S. to rewire.
For killing is done best from afar.
No faces to see and remember like scars

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