In the current state of play, the drama of power politics as I call it, i.e, merely setting the stage, and controlling the act. I see each country actively participating in its politics. Voicing their opinions, and likewise defending their articles of faith at a moment's call.
The rising unemployment, the ever steeping graphs of resources shortening, limited supplies of daily essentials, and the complaints of self conscious people who are denied and deprived of their rights. these are just the starters which lead to the execution of people's sentiments.
Question is, what am I on? My point is, its next to never that a person wonders how is it that we have a relatively sound sleep with a full sense of protection.though generally speaking i am. and apart from our own selfish causes that inhabit our minds deep inside. But that sense of security is what my point is inclined towards. Nobody wakes up in the morning and upon looking through the window find their country brought down like a house of cards.
Let me tell you a hard core reality, we tend to put up a face that is tolerant, caring, anti-war, anti-terrorist and what not. Still more, we do not like the exposure of the ''me-first'' syndrome every soul is possessed with.
So, if you cant cross your circle of life that you so proudly remain enclosed in.then just get a grip of the rim and peep beyond it, for a while full. What nobody tells us, the media, and other sources but primarily the media, is that we are constantly at war. While we enjoy our restful nights there are soldiers at the boundaries, defending. and in that defense they are struck down. And when late in the night, when nobody is about, their bodies arrive, trucks full I tell you, wrapped in there nation's flag.
They were the the ones who did not turn their backs on the battlefield.
But who were they? They had been the only hope for their aging parents, their strength. who had seen them grow up before their eyes. they could have been the ones who were their only support. Some might have just stared a family, with plans about the future, and some still were newly wed.
I ask you now, why cant weapons be dropped at each front? why cant hands be shaken? why cant we live and let live? Since I have this gut feeling that all of us shall be held answerable.
Only if we could step out of ourselves for causes greater than our own. Its more of a humanity call this time than a peace one. It could mean smiles on the faces that have forgotten even the art of it. If everyone joins hand in hand standing as one, then we could make our voices heard in the counsels of the world..
The rising unemployment, the ever steeping graphs of resources shortening, limited supplies of daily essentials, and the complaints of self conscious people who are denied and deprived of their rights. these are just the starters which lead to the execution of people's sentiments.
Question is, what am I on? My point is, its next to never that a person wonders how is it that we have a relatively sound sleep with a full sense of protection.though generally speaking i am. and apart from our own selfish causes that inhabit our minds deep inside. But that sense of security is what my point is inclined towards. Nobody wakes up in the morning and upon looking through the window find their country brought down like a house of cards.
Let me tell you a hard core reality, we tend to put up a face that is tolerant, caring, anti-war, anti-terrorist and what not. Still more, we do not like the exposure of the ''me-first'' syndrome every soul is possessed with.
So, if you cant cross your circle of life that you so proudly remain enclosed in.then just get a grip of the rim and peep beyond it, for a while full. What nobody tells us, the media, and other sources but primarily the media, is that we are constantly at war. While we enjoy our restful nights there are soldiers at the boundaries, defending. and in that defense they are struck down. And when late in the night, when nobody is about, their bodies arrive, trucks full I tell you, wrapped in there nation's flag.
They were the the ones who did not turn their backs on the battlefield.
But who were they? They had been the only hope for their aging parents, their strength. who had seen them grow up before their eyes. they could have been the ones who were their only support. Some might have just stared a family, with plans about the future, and some still were newly wed.
I ask you now, why cant weapons be dropped at each front? why cant hands be shaken? why cant we live and let live? Since I have this gut feeling that all of us shall be held answerable.
Only if we could step out of ourselves for causes greater than our own. Its more of a humanity call this time than a peace one. It could mean smiles on the faces that have forgotten even the art of it. If everyone joins hand in hand standing as one, then we could make our voices heard in the counsels of the world..
