When will you stop killing me?
I die a thousand deaths each day.
You kill me over and over again,
and then another me, you slay.
We are all just one big family
but you don’t see me in that way.
You point your weapon at my chest
as though I’m just some hunted prey.
The blood that flows from me,
also pulses through your veins.
And as another me lies dying,
a thousand more of me remains.
So, kill each and every one of me.
And when you’re the last me left to stand,
then the killing will finally end,
when you die by your own hand.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland
What difference does it make in the name that we give the latest excuse for war? There will always be a ‘group’ of people that will be perceived as evil incarnate and therefore, must be ‘bombed’ into oblivion. Must we ALL have to die for there to be no more war? Must there only be one so-called, ‘human’ left on earth and then what? What would that last ‘human’ do? Kill himself?, that is my guess because after all, what else are we wired for?
So, we’re going to bomb the ‘ISIS be-headers’ club because that will put an end to ‘terrorists’, right? It has worked SO very well thus far, hasn’t it? We ‘arm’ the ‘terrorists’. We train the ‘terrorists’ and then when they become ‘uncontrollable’, we ‘bomb them because they decided on a different course of action than what we initially intended. Sigh!! We never learn.