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22nd May 2013
Today a man was killed,
it was on the news, it was in the paper, it was on the street in cold blood.
Today a man was killed
with a machete, with the screams of madmen, with false passion and justice.
Today a man was killed,
he was soldier. He was a professional at the sport he lost his life to.
Today a man was killed and we noticed. We noticed because he was "our boy", we noticed because it was on "our soil", we noticed because the world is a wicked place but our lives don't consist of machetes and blood on the street. We noticed because our sons and daughters act as part of the armed forces. We noticed because we needed to feel part of a community. We noticed because it was easy to access and well reported.
In the land of the madmen, the lads aren't noticed, when they are butchered in the street it is collateral, when the shots are fired the lad's a terrorist. When the wrong man is killed all is quiet. In the land of the madmen, there is no flat-screen in every home, social networking to spread opinion and grant fair warrant to each cause. In the land of the madmen people are tortured, quietly...
quietly...
I'm not saying that it's right. I am not saying that it's fair. I am not saying that it's justice at all. I wonder whether there is a hate bubbling, from the man without shooter planes, snipers - best money can buy. I wonder whether there is something unnatural in their brains, something festering from watching, hearing, hating seeing their friends and families beat, pillaged and killed on homeland. I wonder whether the British people understand what we have done. 1948 to date. I wonder whether people know that hate breeds hate and if a person who signs up for a profession in killing was ever fully sane? We say, that's not allowed in our land but we allow ourselves to do it on theirs. Now, don't get me wrong or judge me as it is futile. I'm not saying that their choices were rational, not even that it was about an eye for an eye. These words are speculative and neither true nor untrue.
Today a man was killed with a machete.
it was on the news, it was in the paper, it was on the street in cold blood.
Today a man was killed
with a machete, with the screams of madmen, with false passion and justice.
Today a man was killed,
he was soldier. He was a professional at the sport he lost his life to.
Today a man was killed and we noticed. We noticed because he was "our boy", we noticed because it was on "our soil", we noticed because the world is a wicked place but our lives don't consist of machetes and blood on the street. We noticed because our sons and daughters act as part of the armed forces. We noticed because we needed to feel part of a community. We noticed because it was easy to access and well reported.
In the land of the madmen, the lads aren't noticed, when they are butchered in the street it is collateral, when the shots are fired the lad's a terrorist. When the wrong man is killed all is quiet. In the land of the madmen, there is no flat-screen in every home, social networking to spread opinion and grant fair warrant to each cause. In the land of the madmen people are tortured, quietly...
quietly...
I'm not saying that it's right. I am not saying that it's fair. I am not saying that it's justice at all. I wonder whether there is a hate bubbling, from the man without shooter planes, snipers - best money can buy. I wonder whether there is something unnatural in their brains, something festering from watching, hearing, hating seeing their friends and families beat, pillaged and killed on homeland. I wonder whether the British people understand what we have done. 1948 to date. I wonder whether people know that hate breeds hate and if a person who signs up for a profession in killing was ever fully sane? We say, that's not allowed in our land but we allow ourselves to do it on theirs. Now, don't get me wrong or judge me as it is futile. I'm not saying that their choices were rational, not even that it was about an eye for an eye. These words are speculative and neither true nor untrue.
Today a man was killed with a machete.
Published 22nd May 2013
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Quite the observations poppy, we don't really 'get it' when it happens half a world away. I like how you don't answer your questions, I think that's the right way to go about it.
on the subject of the news story, I watched it developing earlier. It's bound to cause hate, I don't think there's any escaping that. what will matter now is how the media, government and community leaders handle it.
On the poem, it's a good read, I think you've expressed yourself very well. I think you could probably work on the paragraphs and line breaks a little but apart from that, thoroughly enjoyed.
shine on :)
on the subject of the news story, I watched it developing earlier. It's bound to cause hate, I don't think there's any escaping that. what will matter now is how the media, government and community leaders handle it.
On the poem, it's a good read, I think you've expressed yourself very well. I think you could probably work on the paragraphs and line breaks a little but apart from that, thoroughly enjoyed.
shine on :)
22nd May 2013 11:45pm
Thank you, Mr. Lepperochan. I really pissed someone off earlier with a few speculative questions so I thought at least here people are unlikely to judge. I agree. Young people need to see the encouragement of peace and the development of open debate but I think that kind of understanding without judgement is a few good years away yet.
