Numbers and letters, names and assigned tribes , groups, sections , lost in these ,we are faced with the loss of human nature within us. It all fall into some words , illustrious descriptions , all for war lingo...
The news media goes about vying with each other as to who and how sensational any tragedy can be made for consumption. Lack of care for the suffering of people must not be the criteria by which the ratings and hence the profits are measured, but that is how the caring news business runs.
Just the same way that political rantings go as well. But above all the humans are forgotten . The people did not choose to be born either Christian, Muslim or Jewish .The new born baby got the stickers placed on him or her , just by chance in the lottery called life. His or her life got placed on whichever geographical place it happened upon. The color of their skins got colored by the rate of melanocytes that was another slot on this lottery system. A few genetic material got mixed together and came into being , however the ones that create suffering and war have their agenda and the human beings who chanced to be at a certain place is left with only suffering .
There is never anything right about any war, just what is left...a lot of suffering , a lot of humans who did not choose .. all left to suffer... and the utter despair knowing that 'no one cares'... no gods, no countries , no loud ones Then it all become but days.. long days of just quiet sobs, of children and slow whimper of destitution. just despair...Each morning the sun sighs into being and the heat of despair look on the days, giving way to nights of unimaginable losses.....endless days where no one cares and no care can mend the broken...
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