Pointless Fingers

Enter the passenger seat lets just... drive, around Syria

The starting line is very unclear

It could parallel to the beginning of this madness. No one knew it would boom

Then it triggered and is still here; escalating, spreading,

Like Chicago wild fire.

 

If I wake up and I’ve been dreaming…

Woe to whatever makes my eyes alive, again

If I am still awake, I want to sleep. Don’t care how it comes;

Lullaby, pills, whatever would make me unconscious

For in quietness maybe I will find solace when my eyes are closed and my mind at rest.

 

Aren’t you hearing the roar! I know you may be blind

Are you deaf! Did you lease your conscience?

The questions are vast

Those with the answers I presume are fooling us

Casting shadows and blindfolding our eyes with emotions,

Arguments, right, tussle for power, interests… I have lost count

Ask them they know the truth

The only placards I see are just banners of pity, support so that the deed would be righteous

And justified and dignified.

 

“We write to you as fellow humans…

If you bomb us shall we not bleed?”

Wait mate, those you were bombing were they not bleeding?

Were they sans halal?

Just chill I’ll be back to you

Wait... are you really fighting for your people

Or for that charm that adorns and devours?

 

I saw the marks of the crossed line, the prints are red

Who dared to cross them?

Wait mate, can you pause for a sec

Let truth be told

Ego, your word, interest, and the people of Assyria

Between these entities who are you really fighting for?

If you bomb them would they not bleed?

If you do not bomb them, would they still be bleeding by their brothers’ swords?

Wish we could choose the lesser evil by the lesser devil

How would we then know?

How the hell are complications complicated?

 

What if the centenary of the last event would… erm, forget it, really!

Wish I could be distracted by something else.

Maybe to just sleep and do not wake up till

Every party their interests forget, and score to a common goal

Something like world 11 would do. Fifa does it

Let the east, west, north and south shake hands freely, again

 

My red line will be when you wake me up

That will change my calculus

Avicii please sing it loud!

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

A bit up and down in the line strength and scene, but it helps the chaos of the emotions and feeling come out as it should for such a piece that's trying for peace. The last line sums it up nicely, as I return to must the cardinals and hope all might touch fingers in friendship some day.

Not a bad spin of ink! Much enjoyed the read.
Aaron - Wolfwind