War

Alrighty, peeps. Last night I couldn't sleep so I started writing. I wrote a few crappy poems and then I wrote something else. I'm not sure what you'd call it, but whether it be prose, a diary entry or whatever, it has a point *shock horror*.

It doesn't have a title. Pick one.

Yesterday, my mother died. She was blown up by a suicide bomber. She was sent to the gas chamber. She was executed. She was stabbed. She was killed in the Iraq War. World War I. World War II. The Bosnia-Herzegovina Conflict. The Vietnam War. The Korean War.

Don't you understand? My mother was a victim of war. All war is the same war. There is no just reason for war. There is no more just a cause than peacefully ending war. There is no path to peace that can be followed violently.

Imagine a caveman. Simple. Dull. He has invented the wheel. His neighbour has found fire. He kills his neighbour for the fire. Now he is all alone.

Yesterday, my mother died. So did another mother. Two. Four. Ten. Fifty. She was innocent, a proud citizen of America. Israel. Jordan. Bosnia. Japan. Palestine. Earth.

We can't wipe out others. We can avoid them. Ignore them. Disregard them. Leave them alone. This call goes to Obama. Mugambe. Hamas. Israel. Africa. Europe. Asia. The Americas. Earth.

End the fighting.

The death of those killed in war is the greatest suffering one could ever inflict on a nation. A family. A mother. Daughter. Brother. Sister. Humankind. We all suffer.

Yesterday, my mother died.

Whatcha think?

I was feeling deep and meaningful.

You can do something for me.

Write about war.

Write about the pain.

Email them to me, or post them on your blog.

Let's make a collection. Get everyone you know to post about war.



Please.

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Kthxbi
Aidan