They make war look chivalrous---
The silence was stretched taut- for a moment we hoped that it would end, for a moment we hoped that it would stop- or it had indeed stopped but the silence had been stretched taut and the fabric tore.
We dared to hope, perhaps that’s where we went wrong. We dared to hope, for what is life if there is no hope? What is hope however if there is no life and no purpose to it? Its just hope- that’s a lesson I learnt. Its just hope, something to propel your senses, soothe your mind and HOPE for the best because you have naught else to do. we pray and hope to an invisible force hoping to be alive when dawns radiance filters through the layers of smoke, when dawns radiance manages to light up the world, but how many children have died hoping to live, how many mothers have watched their husbands and children waste away before their eyes- how many of you have felt it?
Felt the raw turbulence etch into the atmosphere when you RUN for your lives- but where to? Where can you run when you have no place to go? The houses you built with your sweat and labor are now filled with walls congealed with blood, the houses you return to after a hard days of work are no shelter- its terror that dominates you such that you cannot look forward to going home. What if it wasn’t there when you returned? What if you went in and never returned? But where else will you go? Where else can you go?
Have you ever felt that? Have you ever felt displaced when you’re running to a place where you can hide from the ugly ways of the world and there isn’t one? When there’s no where to run? No home to go to? Or what if you have to run from your homes…and where will you go???
They make war look chivalrous….
They try to justify the death of a thousand people with their pathetic reasons.
Tell me what gives you right over our lives? Are we not like you, living simply or trying to simply live when YOU decide to kill off an entire nation for your “justified reasons?”
Tell me how justified is a war, if YOU kill a hundred thousand not just in flesh but in spirit for YOUR causes- its OUR lives which are forfeit for YOUR causes.
And the make war look chivalrous…
To whom I ask you. TO WHO IS WAR CHIVALROUS?
The crickets chirp on a silent night, silence stretched taut, I’m a thousand miles away from home contemplating your incapacity for figures other than death rates, waiting for that moment when the silence will shatter with a war that they made look chivalrous…what do I hope for? Nothing…for what’s life when you know that hope just a lie? Nothing…and that’s what I live…