Under The Rubble
We all live under the rubble
We are breathing the smoke
We are hearing the blasts
We all feel the pain
We are all becoming victims
The rubble of humanity
The smoke of gunfire
The blast of war
The pain of loss
Victims of destruction
The rubble of civilisation
The smoke of bombs
The blast of lies
The pain of fear
Victims of death
The rubble of compassion
The smoke of propaganda
The blast of racism
The pain of wounds
Victims of imagination
Opher 10.10.2023
I wrote this yesterday ever-repeating cycle of vengeance and hate.
Decades of oppression while watching the news, hearing about the terrible atrocities, seeing the rage and watching an
, suppression and arrogance; decades of religious fanaticism breeds hatred. Hatred erupts into the cruellest terrorism. Vengeance comes in waves of hate-driven violence.
People on both sides lose sight of their humanity.
Hate and revenge, hate and revenge, hate and revenge – an ever-growing cycle.
We are all victims.
All of us.
All good things die in war. The scars never heal.
As a species I think that we are so flawed we do not deserve to live. The world would prosper without us.
In the midst of crisis we always choose destruction. It never ceases.