War is when people forget they’re human and resort to their primordial fear and hatred.
There are no real winners, just survivors who once again must learn how to live in peace.
Then along comes another generation who don’t know the horrors of war. They read books, watch movies, and listen to stories about the great sacrifices, the heroes and the triumphs.
They ignore the reality of what war is really about and exchange their years and lives for false beliefs, gods, patriotism, and glory.
Then like previous generations, the survivors must pick up the broken pieces, lives, families and any semblance of society & culture.
To the victor go the rights to the story. Every perversion, degradation, and hideous action, can be written so the beaten are cast as refuse, while the powerful can claim virtue & triumph.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Oh how I wish these desires turn to rust.
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“We read of killing one hundred thousand men in a day. We read about it and we rejoiced in it — if it was the other fellows who were killed. We were fed on flesh and drank blood. Even down to the prattling babe. I need not tell you how many upright, honorable young boys have come into this court charged with murder, some saved and some sent to their death, boys who fought in this war and learned to place a cheap value on human life. You know it and I know it. These boys were brought up in it. The tales of death were in their homes, their playgrounds, their schools; they were in the newspapers that they read; it was a part of the common frenzy — what was a life? It was nothing. It was the least sacred thing in existence and these boys were trained to this cruelty.”
― Clarence Darrow
“When one with honeyed words but evil mind persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.”
― Euripides, Orestes
“… It goes on and on and on until one cannot eat enough to vomit enough.”
― Christopher Hitchens