This was written for Stormy Lady's contest--3/30/03 |
Many times I have asked myself what is a war made of? Is it the sands of time shifting? Is it the inevitable stage of the Universal Soldier as he towers over humans en masse like Gulliver in his travels, making puppets out of fighting men in their glory? I wish I had answers. The whole world faces deep problems when war occurs, and we, America, are there to fit the battle no matter the cost. We take hatred in doses, measuring just how much is lethal, expecting a cure-all for a sad, pathetic graveyard when a war is over. Do we know what we see? Or are our eyes blind to just what we want to see? This year, our strengths were questioned, we looked as desperate on the map as a pack of wolves howling desperately in the night, not sure what hit, or what to do with its sudden injury. We must certainly have tears for the predicaments we get ourselves into. We must learn to understand ourselves, take the precautions of sloughing off the thick skin of a dangerous cobra, rid ourselves of the poisonous legumes of war by asking what we all know we want to: Can we help others to understand as we sacrifice ourselves for the good of all? Can we bring ourselves to the ultimate task of dying for a cause? |