This is poetic meditation more than a song. I ask that you enter in reverently and respectfully to the story of the millions who suffered and died under a horrifically corrupt and diabolical regime.
Lyrics below, as well as full YouTube description.
This is the story of the Ukrainian men, women, and children--particularly the Kulaks--who died in Holodomor, the Soviet (USSR) forced Terror-Famine. Modest estimates are that 7-10 million people died throughout 1932-33 as a direct result of the mercilessness of those in power--comfortable and distant from the suffering of real people; some estimates are as high as 12 million.
I grew up with an awareness of this event because of the high population in Saskatchewan, where I grew up, of Ukrainians. Some survived and emigrated, but not unscathed. Their misery has been worsened because unlike events like the Holocaust--rightly taught in history--there was little & late acknowledgement of the severity of the event.
Saskatchewan became the first area in North America to acknowledge the event as a genocide. Various events and memorials have been built around Canada in honour of Holodomor victims. Canadians should be very proud to lead in acknowledging and condemning this evil.
Communism and its onboard to it, socialism, is a cruel and evil form of government. I will never pretend it is less evil than it is.
May we never forget, and may we stand against government tyranny and control in honour of these victims.
You can watch the whole #SocialismSongs series here:
Many these days are asking big questions right now with the coronavirus about government control, far-out "conspiracies" such as qanon, what's going on with all of the quarantining, etc. There is so much it's hard to even begin to process what's true, especially as the media becomes increasingly less reliable and more like Soviet propaganda. But what's crazy to me is how numb to the bigger questions or unaware so many still are.
My goal is simply to bring awareness to the realities of human evil and malice, and the authentic history of totalitarian states which many of us know only very little about due to the horrendous lack of teaching in our schools. It is not helpful to be naive. We don't need to live in fear, but we can't be naive.
Marxism should be utterly, roundly dismissed by anyone of good will. Its death tool, upwards of 100 million, should be enough to say it is rotten at its core rather than "misapplied."
I approach all of these things as a Catholic and a conservative, but I am not an ideologue. These songs spontaneously arose from my human experience and deep thinking about these serious realities. I read extensively and know many who have suffered under these corrupt systems.
This is part of an ongoing "song theme" series I'll be doing throughout 2020 with regular YouTube commentary. I'll be sharing the gamut from politics, culture, and art, to love, injustice, and true humanity.
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Holodomor
The precious people
The precious, precious people
Ukrainian sons and daughters
Under the bright, watching sky
Under the great godless time
Slowly placing their head wreaths away
Hushing, stopping the heels and laughter
Hushing the beautiful, slavic songs;
Fear: for the time of dancing is done.
Russia, quiet: hides her true spirit
And the revolution shines its shadows,
Sends its sadness across the orphaned abyss
Utopia descends; the dark wind burns
And the crops fail
And,
Holodomor
The precious people
The precious, praying people
Pray to the skies, silent, to the God of their fathers:
But silence—the stomachs seize
—The children, even, no relief
Empty baskets, leaves sucked dry, trees—
All stripped to barren brown
And history forgets
But,
Holodomor..
The scourge of death
Blood-echoed breath
Still quiet except—inside
Grain can never look the same
Even in the free fields of Saskatchewan
For,
Holodomor..
“There was a child…” he trails off
The grief below the shadows of years
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