WHY FIGHT?

After millions of meetings

And slogans

And speeches

And promises

And threats…

How does the world breathe now?

After millions of conflicts

Invasions

Incursions

Slaughters

And bombs…

How does the world live now?

Our world is filled with wounded faces

Lost in the dark night of souls

Caught up in the endlessness of an evil

That spreads no light

That chooses to fight,

And turns its back on right.

This is a world full of anger.

Full of vicious eyes

Full of grasping hands

Full of bleeding wounds

Full of empty hearts

Filling with impotent bitterness.

War is the sacrifice of the powerless.

Slogan after slogan.

Hatred after hatred.

Bomb after bomb

Death after death

These are the putrid fruits of vanity.

We are thrust into a world

Full of dogma and of lies.

We are called, not to think,

But to shoulder arms and rise.

Prime evil forces drive us on. Drive us on.

Who cares really if someone dies?

War after war

follows war after war

When it will end?

We refuse to ask,

We drone on saluting.

Is that really our task?