Well, kind of a poem. A few days ago they made a fuss in Israel because a women was killed by a rocket. Which got me thinking, don't dozens of innocents die in Gaza every day? It's been a few years since I made a poem so comment truthfully. Errr, it's a tad long. ---------------- A boy asks his mom every day: “Mom, when does the war end?” The mom smiles and says: “Hmmm, probably today” What have do find in this dying world? Love, compassion, friendship? In front of this monster we fight. Yet we continue to live on. Day in, day out. Dozens of lives lose their flames. We fight and we fight. A life is lost on the other side, and the whole world loses its breath to speak. Hundreds of lives lost on our side…and who cares? Freedom has no real sense anymore. Both sides fight for a belief. Both sides believe that getting rid of the other side will help the world. Has killing people ever solved anything? Hasn’t it only brought more chaos and death? This war, that has only created more stars in the sky. And this war, that blots out these stars every day. This war, that blots out every shred of hope and light. Why do we rebuild knowing that destruction is inevitable? Does anyone ever hardly yearn life…here…in this dying world?
That is a brilliant poem written with a lot of feeling. You speak the truth sadly. Deaths in conflict are forgotten, especially the civilian casualties. This is beautifully written and conveys truths that many people would like to ignore.
