I felt my eyes shut tight and my hands begin to rise,
towards my ears, trying to block out the ghastly cries and
heinous shrieks of those who had
nothing more to hold on to, nothing more to try and survive for,
finally letting their voices shatter as they decide to let go and surrender to the
heartless tanks and free-winged drones that took their lives and the lives of those they loved.
But was it the tanks that were heartless and the
drones that gave themselves the freedom to fly?
Perhaps its more reasonable to say that all this was by the
will of man to allow or naught the
bullets and bombs to ricochet off the
innocent bodies and that they have targeted simply for the way the people
dress and the way they speak of their well-known-to-be true religion.
But why can we not seem to stand up against
the many things we know very well to be wrong but
they know as "ISLAM", the true Islam that teaches its people to
seek revenge in extreme barbaric ways?
Is it because of our cold hearts, selfish souls, and mindless bodies, or
is it because we do not mind the cold, selfish acts that break hearts, crush souls, and leave bodies mindless?
I let my eyes loosen as I felt my hands drift away from my ears,
sounds of moaning and groaning still filling my head,
but from a distance now.
I know there was no way for me ALONE to change this
wreck of a world we called "home", but
it felt worse to know that
if the distance between myself and their cries for help got
ANY L O N G E R
I too could be said to have become just as cold hearted, selfish souled, and mindless bodied as
the sickening men who moved their weapons and artillery forward.
And as I finally felt my body relax, I felt my OWN voice say aloud,
"There isn't any time for silence anymore."