A bullet doesn’t know any better, it doesn’t discriminate between a terrorist and a child.
We relish the ultimate power of a weapon, disdain from the suffering of others.
We are more ardent for a piece of land than for other humans.
We are more ardent for God than his creation.
We claim to be superior because we were not born in the war-torn country.
And when this superior figure is begged for shelters, they just reply,
“Go back to your country”
How many innocents should die to satisfy the avarice of the few?
There’s no winner or loser in a warfare.
Only the dead survives.
Author’s Note: Syria is in a state of war for seven year’s now. It seems like a never-end war, while the real victim the children and the innocent are the ones who are crushed by the great powers. My greatest worries are how disdain we are from their suffering, how easily we are ready to look away from them. My prayer goes out to them