TWO LONG YEARS
TWO LONG YEARS
It’s two long years.
The world has changed so much, and yet its still the same. We do the same things, go to the same places, feel the same things. We still go to work. We still queue at the supermarket . We still cry at night as we curl into our emptied bed, falling around the place where our loved ones once were. Where they will never be again.
Every time we hear footsteps in the hall, it sounds like them. Just returning from a day at work. Just coming back from a trip to the shops. To get the daily things we need. To fill the fridge with food. To get the daily papers. The things that seem so important, and yet are of no importance.
Every day since then, we, those who live are the lucky ones. The lucky ones, for we lived. But we are not the lucky. We are the cursed. We lived where others died. We lost our friends. We lost our homes. We are those who left behind. The abandoned.
Some chose to go. Some didn’t want to go. If they wanted to go or not, they are no longer here. Some had no choice : those who knew that they would survive. The jumpers. Those who have been tarred by history, the non-people. But the bravest of all. Those jumpers. Those who faced death and knew that death would claim them.
They chose to meet death on their own terms. At their own time. In their own way. And for this, their relatives have been insulted. They have been publically demonised. They have been told that the devil himself has taken their souls for his pleasure.
The land of the free is now everything it should never have been. There is no freedom. The price of having freedom, the price of virtue, is losing that virtue, the price of freedom is the loss of freedom. That price is too high.
In the days where criticism is verboten, where free speech is silenced, where business controls and dictates Governmental policy, where war is waged for a lie, where democracy is bought and sold, and where the US is running it’s own concentration camps outside of international juristiction and with no accountability, America needs to reconsider what it stands for. You are judged by what you do. And what the US does is what it stands for. It wages war, it silences its critics with deadly force, it considers nothing but itself. At any cost. At the cost of the rest of the world, and of mankind itself : the consequences of the most powerful nation on Earth being the most selfish is that there may no longer be an Earth.
Is this the American Dream? The hurt, the lost, the grieving, grieving so much so that it abandons its every last principle in order to sate it’s feelings?
Everything else is bullshit. The war is about blood. About venegance. Control. Oil. Politics. Ego. All that stuff. Everything we have been fed is a lie. Those who control the press are those who think that somehow, in their enormous arrogance, that they are smarter than everyone else. That we, the people, are merely sheep to be led to support slaughter.
As we sat on our sofas, as we watched bodies falling from the sky, dismembered limbs, meat, buildings collapsing, the end of the world, in all this terror, all this horror, who could have ever thought – even for a second, let alone for two long years – that inflicting yet more pain, yet more suffering, yet more destruction, was the way forward, the way to make a better world?
Who? Only a president. A president that we not elected by the majority. A president who perverted democracy and every ideal that his country ever stood for in the pursuit of power and profit. We, the people, are those who ultimately will have the power. History will judge others. They will be acquitted or damned by their actions. Tony Bliar believes that he too, will have to answer to his God when his time comes. But before that, he will have to answer to the people, and our time is sooner than his.
© copyright Mark Reed, August 2003
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