Saturday, May 15, 2004 @ 15:30
number eleven
fathers,
sons,
brothers,
cousins,
nephews,
husbands,
dying,
at the egde of a sword,
the tip of a spear,
the head of an arrow,
the blade of an axe,
the point of a bullet.
for what reason?
for one man's pride,
for one man's greed.
he promised you glory,
he promised you honour,
if you agree to fight
in this man's war.
but where is the honour,
and where is the glory
when you you kill someone else's
father,
son,
brother,
cousin,
nephew,
husband?
towards battle you march.
towards death you march.
towards glory you march.
towards honour you march.
what exactly are you fighting for?
love?
hate?
revenge?
peace?
greed?
pride?
country?
or are you just following the man's orders to kill?
as
the tip of a spear,
the head of an arrow,
the blade of an axe,
the point of a bullet.
makes contact with your body.
do you still think that dying is honourable.
as you watch
and hear
and feel
your men falling with you,
writhing in pain,
crying out loud.
you will realise the true meaning of death.
no one wants to be the hero.
no one wants to kill.
no one wants to die.
no one wants to lose a
father
or son
or brother
or cousin
or nephew
or husband.
but no one can stop it.
this is a war.
and
it
would
never
end.
so come on, tell me.