Our Aggression

Our Aggression We`re going out today for a drive, but it was cold and I was thinking what had happened to a small town somewhere afar and the nature around the town was flat sullen yet silky, but it was home for people of peace and young laughter. Few people ventured out but sat in their yard in the evening now that the town was in the grip of fanatical criminals. A few places were open, though, two cafes where men could drink coffee but not smoke, cigarettes and waterpipes had been outlawed, a sandy field where the young dreamed how to get away from this dangerous town drowning in fear and paralyzing inertia No had heard a thing before bombs started falling killing everyone inside the cinema, low flying helicopters came and shot at everything that moved, suddenly they left like shadows as moonless night across a landscape not unlike the Dead Sea. Over 500 hundred people were killed mostly civilian and no Paris sympathy for them. The western world had again conducted a mass murder in the name of stopping terrorists. I sit by the fire and wonder why it that we in the West thinks it has the right to start wars as we please and why is it we so willingly follow demagogues and aggressors where they go down the road of ruins, death and suffering, proudly we wear their medals, ribbons and we are oblivious to its ghastly irony. We wrap us up in patriotic flags; dissent will not be tolerated we are so perverted we do not see we are wrapped in a shroud.