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War

Nothing ever stays the same, not writing, not nations, not ideas, not love or hate, not day or night, not the heavens above or the hell below, nothing but war. It’s everywhere; on the news, in the paper, on the street, in the air, on busses and trains, planes and boats, roaming the seas, the skies, the once wholesome land, encroaching on all good, and pouncing, strangling it like a wild animal. So evil, so senseless, but we cannot live without it. For since man has walked the Earth, he has fought with his brother, for food, for land, for wealth, for power, from the Greeks to the Romans, from the United States to Iran, always fighting, for we cannot live without it. Imagine a world in which no war stalked us everywhere, only peace. Would we tire of peace as we do war, would we lust for that which we always return to, would we shove peace in a box and hide it under the bed to never again see the light of day, or would we embrace it, smother it like a fuzzy teddy bear, hold its warming hand to face fear and confusion? To see the futility in war one must first see the futility in man, for from man all conflict spawns. Lusting for power, we manipulate, corrupt, shoot, kill, lie and steal to sit on our spiked, thorny, flaming red throne, covered in blood, dripping from it, for the only decoration on that throne is splattered pain and the suffering of those trampled to sit in it. When hungry we beg, when full we forget, or rather we greedily keep to ourselves what everyone else needs, and when we can do something, when in a position to help, we do nothing. Does war now seem so strange? Begging on the street, a man asks for assistance, for money, for a hand, for a word of praise, to which we spit “what’s in it for me?” in a distasteful grunt; begging on the street we ask for the same and the beggar once craving assistance, remembers, and walks away in his wonderful black suit while we sit in rags. How about now? Forever man has glorified the needless slaughter of his brother, and forever we teach that to die for our country we die for something great, something far beyond us. Boundaries that forever spark tension and bloodshed, Nations do us nothing, nothing but bring disillusioned patriotism, nothing but to inflame the ego of rulers and citizens alike. Egyptian, Chinese, Indian, Greek, Italian, French, Russian, Somalian, Chilean, American, Canadian: does nationality really matter? Every person on Earth dawns the title human, so why then do we fight over everything when we have everything in common. We’d destroy everything, human and animal, plant and rock, water and air, just to kill each other, just to prove a point, only to see a shower of magical, deadly fireworks spread cross the globe, intent on wiping out all life despite intelligence, despite race, despite gender, religion, beliefs, foot size, IQ, eye color, height, weight, accent, love, or hate. A bullet doesn’t distinguish between the innocent and guilty, between anyone and nothing: the man behind the trigger determines that. So then man can’t say he truly reigns supreme among the beasts of this world. He seems the most confused, lost, misguided beast of all, so certainly he cannot call himself civilized. Following us like a trail of blood spilling from a wound we ourselves inflicted, war clouds our vision, like an eternal hazy fog, moseying around, trying its best to disrupt our lives. Instead of telling it to leave forever, to go away and leave us alone, we invite it into our home, onto our Earth, blind to the enormous, obvious sign of death dangling like a limp corpse around its neck. Imagine there’s no countries, nothing to kill or die for, its not that hard to do, or perhaps it is, for then why have we not rejected it as illogical nonsense long ago? The reason, because our nature inevitably entails that we fight. Intelligent, we kill, so stupid , we would live in peace. Perhaps the peaceful dove retains her serenity through sheer ignorance, simply not knowing. So then even the greatest, most fearsome beast lives a life far superior to us humans. He only kills for food, he only takes what he needs and no more. Man takes, and takes, and takes, until nothing remains, and then he moves on, running away from his problems, leaving them for tomorrow. To fix this attitude, we must now put our collective feet down, and stomp as hard as we can into the soil which we’ve so defiled. “United we stand, and divided we fall.” This quote, born from conflict and war, some ruler’s trick to force his people to stand as one against his enemy, inadvertently applies to the worlds problems now. We must shout, not simply say, but scream with all our might, “No More!” so that even the deaf, even the poor mislead souls stumbling in dark conflict, can hear our call and throw down their arms and enjoy peace. Everyone must join, and no one can stand apposed, for as long as one fading glimmer of doubt exists, peace cannot truly exist. Born from man, and so extinguished, war blotches human kind’s record with countless black marks, with untold red splotches, with innumerous running, black, red streaks. We cannot exist with it, but so to must it accompany us, even to the grave, for a world without war would mean peace. Never have we known peace, so we fear it. We fear the unknown, so we lock it away. Learning our mistake, realizing our stupidity, someday we shall find the key, lost to us now, but in our future found, and we shall use it to open the chest, to release the unknown peace, and soak in its glorious white reign.

Description
War

Nothing ever stays the same, not writing, not nations, not ideas, not love or hate, not day or night, not the heavens above or the hell below, nothing but war. It’s everywhere; on the news, in the paper, on the street, in the air, on busses and trains, planes and boats, roaming the seas, the skies, the once wholesome land, encroaching on all good, and pouncing, strangling it like a wild animal. So evil, so senseless, but we cannot live without it. For since man has walked the Earth, he has fought with his brother, for food, for land, for wealth, for power, from the Greeks to the Romans, from the United States to Iran, always fighting, for we cannot live without it. Imagine a world in which no war stalked us everywhere, only peace. Would we tire of peace as we do war, would we lust for that which we always return to, would we shove peace in a box and hide it under the bed to never again see the light of day, or would we embrace it, smother it like a fuzzy teddy bear, hold its warming hand to face fear and confusion? To see the futility in war one must first see the futility in man, for from man all conflict spawns. Lusting for power, we manipulate, corrupt, shoot, kill, lie and steal to sit on our spiked, thorny, flaming red throne, covered in blood, dripping from it, for the only decoration on that throne is splattered pain and the suffering of those trampled to sit in it. When hungry we beg, when full we forget, or rather we greedily keep to ourselves what everyone else needs, and when we can do something, when in a position to help, we do nothing. Does war now seem so strange? Begging on the street, a man asks for assistance, for money, for a hand, for a word of praise, to which we spit “what’s in it for me?” in a distasteful grunt; begging on the street we ask for the same and the beggar once craving assistance, remembers, and walks away in his wonderful black suit while we sit in rags. How about now? Forever man has glorified the needless slaughter of his brother, and forever we teach that to die for our country we die for something great, something far beyond us. Boundaries that forever spark tension and bloodshed, Nations do us nothing, nothing but bring disillusioned patriotism, nothing but to inflame the ego of rulers and citizens alike. Egyptian, Chinese, Indian, Greek, Italian, French, Russian, Somalian, Chilean, American, Canadian: does nationality really matter? Every person on Earth dawns the title human, so why then do we fight over everything when we have everything in common. We’d destroy everything, human and animal, plant and rock, water and air, just to kill each other, just to prove a point, only to see a shower of magical, deadly fireworks spread cross the globe, intent on wiping out all life despite intelligence, despite race, despite gender, religion, beliefs, foot size, IQ, eye color, height, weight, accent, love, or hate. A bullet doesn’t distinguish between the innocent and guilty, between anyone and nothing: the man behind the trigger determines that. So then man can’t say he truly reigns supreme among the beasts of this world. He seems the most confused, lost, misguided beast of all, so certainly he cannot call himself civilized. Following us like a trail of blood spilling from a wound we ourselves inflicted, war clouds our vision, like an eternal hazy fog, moseying around, trying its best to disrupt our lives. Instead of telling it to leave forever, to go away and leave us alone, we invite it into our home, onto our Earth, blind to the enormous, obvious sign of death dangling like a limp corpse around its neck. Imagine there’s no countries, nothing to kill or die for, its not that hard to do, or perhaps it is, for then why have we not rejected it as illogical nonsense long ago? The reason, because our nature inevitably entails that we fight. Intelligent, we kill, so stupid , we would live in peace. Perhaps the peaceful dove retains her serenity through sheer ignorance, simply not knowing. So then even the greatest, most fearsome beast lives a life far superior to us humans. He only kills for food, he only takes what he needs and no more. Man takes, and takes, and takes, until nothing remains, and then he moves on, running away from his problems, leaving them for tomorrow. To fix this attitude, we must now put our collective feet down, and stomp as hard as we can into the soil which we’ve so defiled. “United we stand, and divided we fall.” This quote, born from conflict and war, some ruler’s trick to force his people to stand as one against his enemy, inadvertently applies to the worlds problems now. We must shout, not simply say, but scream with all our might, “No More!” so that even the deaf, even the poor mislead souls stumbling in dark conflict, can hear our call and throw down their arms and enjoy peace. Everyone must join, and no one can stand apposed, for as long as one fading glimmer of doubt exists, peace cannot truly exist. Born from man, and so extinguished, war blotches human kind’s record with countless black marks, with untold red splotches, with innumerous running, black, red streaks. We cannot exist with it, but so to must it accompany us, even to the grave, for a world without war would mean peace. Never have we known peace, so we fear it. We fear the unknown, so we lock it away. Learning our mistake, realizing our stupidity, someday we shall find the key, lost to us now, but in our future found, and we shall use it to open the chest, to release the unknown peace, and soak in its glorious white reign.