As man lay in the rubble of his own destruction, he lays there in agony and pain. No longer is he safe in the place he once called home. He is but a mere projection now of what anger, despair and violence has put on him. His face mirrors the face of sadness- staring at him with cold eyes and laughing at how pitiful human kind has become. No longer do we need prophets to foretell our endings our "own actions" says it for us. A spark has been lit that has completely ignited into a fire of chaos and destruction and man can do nothing but join in the destruction. Man has always been given a choice- you either choose to be part of the problem or it's solution never both. In this case, the problem was man's own greed and ego that got in the way of solution. What started of on such bad terms could have easily been ended in a better solution instead it dragged on with the cloud of revenge and hatred. No one cared about the consequences. No one cared about the innocent.
So here we are now, the place London, the people victims of a crime that for years now they would wonder to themselves did it really have to be this way? Was violence really the answer? Violence does not bring back the dead. It does not seem patriotic or heroic- it is but a sad way for man to show that he is crying out for attention. The dead can't defend themselves nor give a sigh of relief. Instead they lay there in their shallow graves rotting away with the soil and like the flesh that once covered their bones they shall peril. So also the living- who now stand so close to the door of revenge that absolution seems like a tiring affair. The dead weep in their sleeps as the living morn in their living hours. Cry, cry. cry!!! why is everything ending in tears because the guilt of our actions rest in the soul that breathes of truth.
No matter how wrong the world might be at times. However, pathetic our political govt. has become, or the people that lead us fall know one thing- we were all cut from the same cloth of life. No race, colour, language, place non of that can come in the way of what is truth- the truth that we all have the same organs, the same heart, the same lungs. We breathe the same air. We bleed red when we are hurt and we cry the same "salty" tears. And the biggest truth of them all we all die when we our shot, smothered, poisoned or beaten to death. We die! No one can escape that part.
Its funny how history and bitterness carries on at every step at every life but they fail to acknowledge the present that is there right in front of our very eyes. Supremacy can never come to anything and maybe equality is a failed dream- but that is my dream! and maybe countless others. Never be afraid to take a stand of patience and humility when it comes to seeking justice for no good can come from violence causing more violence. Pain breathes pain but it also can sometimes breathe forgiveness.
The high towers of morality collapsed today. The streets of peace now become depictions of savagery and the human face that once seemed different from the beast now resembles the ugliest of beast.
The beast feels pain- he feels anger- he might even feel pity and apologetic but never can he forgive. Now forgiveness is an immortal's gift that somehow the mortal man has lost a long the way but maybe just maybe in a small ray of hope there can be some sight of it...Redemption is a high price for the sins that have been done. How are we to answer when we reach our pits and our questioned with one simple question- Why did you not stop before you picked up that first stone to throw??? Where was reason then?
Confuse not justice with violent revenge for justice can only be given to those who see their answers in the solution of things and not in the cause of the problem... Let London burn for now while it's citizens pick up the pieces in the thick mist of regret and sadness that looms over their heads...Is there hope for a future if the very present seems engulfed in the same backward foils of the past???
So here we are now, the place London, the people victims of a crime that for years now they would wonder to themselves did it really have to be this way? Was violence really the answer? Violence does not bring back the dead. It does not seem patriotic or heroic- it is but a sad way for man to show that he is crying out for attention. The dead can't defend themselves nor give a sigh of relief. Instead they lay there in their shallow graves rotting away with the soil and like the flesh that once covered their bones they shall peril. So also the living- who now stand so close to the door of revenge that absolution seems like a tiring affair. The dead weep in their sleeps as the living morn in their living hours. Cry, cry. cry!!! why is everything ending in tears because the guilt of our actions rest in the soul that breathes of truth.
No matter how wrong the world might be at times. However, pathetic our political govt. has become, or the people that lead us fall know one thing- we were all cut from the same cloth of life. No race, colour, language, place non of that can come in the way of what is truth- the truth that we all have the same organs, the same heart, the same lungs. We breathe the same air. We bleed red when we are hurt and we cry the same "salty" tears. And the biggest truth of them all we all die when we our shot, smothered, poisoned or beaten to death. We die! No one can escape that part.
Its funny how history and bitterness carries on at every step at every life but they fail to acknowledge the present that is there right in front of our very eyes. Supremacy can never come to anything and maybe equality is a failed dream- but that is my dream! and maybe countless others. Never be afraid to take a stand of patience and humility when it comes to seeking justice for no good can come from violence causing more violence. Pain breathes pain but it also can sometimes breathe forgiveness.
The high towers of morality collapsed today. The streets of peace now become depictions of savagery and the human face that once seemed different from the beast now resembles the ugliest of beast.
The beast feels pain- he feels anger- he might even feel pity and apologetic but never can he forgive. Now forgiveness is an immortal's gift that somehow the mortal man has lost a long the way but maybe just maybe in a small ray of hope there can be some sight of it...Redemption is a high price for the sins that have been done. How are we to answer when we reach our pits and our questioned with one simple question- Why did you not stop before you picked up that first stone to throw??? Where was reason then?
Confuse not justice with violent revenge for justice can only be given to those who see their answers in the solution of things and not in the cause of the problem... Let London burn for now while it's citizens pick up the pieces in the thick mist of regret and sadness that looms over their heads...Is there hope for a future if the very present seems engulfed in the same backward foils of the past???
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