A new hell, erupted– from the ruins of a broken city, from the walls of a country turned penitentiary, from the homes of thousands displaced. More than lives have been lost in this cataclysm. What more can you take?
The young fallen are dead in the street. A dying generation ripped from history.
Men carry out orders devoid of any moral purpose. God’s holy fire reigns and consumes death. Of life, it knows not what it is.
The terrorists are blamed. But it is not the guilty who suffer. It is the powerless who speak out, The unlucky survivors seeking refuge, looking towards Western civilization.
Our civilization with our evolutionary intellect. We have answered only in silence. The whole world is informed. And while we debate and discourse about human nature. We lose an unbearable battle to ignorance and denial.
And I weep. I weep for the mortal Gaza, I look upon footage in such harrowing detail and weep. I weep for the failure of civilization, For the devotion of my own life, And for the sorrowful numbering of each of the dead. I weep at the shame of Israel, as human history weeps at the shame of Auschwitz.
And I pray. I pray for the preserving nature of destiny. I pray for the bodily forms of my soul, lost in the dark shadow of the Holy City. I pray for the immortal Gaza. The crying mothers and children, the reality in their nightmares, and the silence of the church, The White House, the unions, corporations, schools and communities of the mighty Western Civilization. I pray for those who profit off of an industry whose product is death.
And I dream. I dream of the passing of the cruelty of man. I dream of peace dominating the memories of the future. I dream of the silence of humanity drowned out by loud liberation! I dream of a happy ending for this continuous narrative.