Fools and despots seek war to solve problems. My clan kills members of your clan. Your clan responds with a shower of bullets upon my clan. In a see-saw cycle of death we go at it, inching, never nearer to a decisive victory. As time wears on, our weapon contractors’ bank balances swell from the income we waste buying their technologies of death to kill each other. Weapons and technologies of destruction makers prosper as we replenish stock from them and our clan members die.
Slowly, it dawns on each of us that our clans are dwindling in number from this foolish orchestrated war. Mothers, fathers, kids and other kinfolk from both our clans are falling victims to the “war.” Suddenly, it dawns on us, we have been alive for 20, 30, 40 years but never lived one month, one week in peace. We have never lived free of this insane aggression. This war has forced both our clans to know the cemetery all too intimately.
Sarah Parks,
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