The images of torn and tattered flesh
The metallic smell of blood and reek of decomposing flesh.
The cries of anger, pain and loss.
More images of torn and tattered flesh
Again the metallic smell of blood and reek of decomposing flesh.
More cries of anger, pain and loss.
And so it goes on as this cycle of death
Draws more in.
The reprisal is it for revenge?
Or for justice?
Does it matter who did it this time?
Isn't it always a crime?
“An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
The full quote of my tag line.
“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. Maybe many of us won't be here to greet her, but on a quiet day, if I listen very carefully, I can hear her breathing.”
― Arundhati Roy, War Talk
I'm trying very hard to hear her breathing through the din.
What is absurd and monstrous about war is that men who have no personal quarrel should be trained to murder one another in cold blood.
Aldous Huxley