After the dust has settled, and the flags raised. What do we become?
Do we become determined to bring those responsible for the atrocities in New York, Pennsylvania and Washington to a vengeful, painful and deserved death? Do we become bringers of gods fury among those we deem to deserve the rath of the largest military force the world has ever known? The combined armies of the worlds super-powers?
I choose not to do become this.
I choose to become one who finds reason among a sea of uncertainty, assumptions and prejudice. Because there were fewer lives taken in battles out of the view of the worlds media . . .does the hatred that sparked those events judged as being less than the hatred which caused the towers to fall, the fields to burn and the brick to crumble?
Hatred is the same. No matter how fierce its fist.
What we need to do, what you and i alike, no matter what religion, ethnicity, background or up-bringing is to live out the meaning of the creed - "we hold these truths to be self-evident, that all people are created equal"
While that may be an American creed. It is a creed of great significance. No matter what faults America may has. It is a great country. Sure, one can quite easily say America brought itself upon this. But one cannot, without possessing the same hatred, say it deserved it.
I cannot put into words the emotions sparked from reading about the life and times of those firefighters, and those policemen and women who died doing their jobs. I will not be capable of putting into words what i will be feeling when those first bombs drop on Afghanistan, when those first bullets are fired, and when those guns distrub the peace.
Can anyone here not tell me, war is not fought between two sides? Can anyone not tell me, war is not fought over property?
What kind of war is this. There is more than one side, and it is not about property.
It is a war worth not your fighting. Because war is not worth your sweat, your blood, your heartache. War shows us what great evil man-kind can create. There is no war worth your fighting.
War creates more dust, more crumbled bricks,and more towers to fall.
Life is not worth living when life itself is given no chance.
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