War

It’s brutal world

and

no mistake.

There are too many of us now.

and

war is exactly what we need…


...is what's said...

…and not the  peace we say we want. We have to get rid of some of us and it really doesn’t matter who they are. If we don’t we will all starve and murder one another. Murder for a crust of bread or less. We need a war that’s legal now and justified. And we won’t protect our own too much. We murder and we maim, we kill and we claim we need to be shot of a lot so we can start again and live the way we want to, get  our space back and our land, get back to basics  and to the way things used to be.

It has been brutal from the start! We were born that way and really there is nothing we can do. It was ordained and we are helpless. Treachery began with a shiny apple…it was the snake who’se fault it was and we can’t fight nature, that’s for sure.

Just look how it was once, look back at Cain and at Abel…Cain couldn’t help it, could he, if he felt  mad and jealous because he was loved less than his brother? He worked just as hard as Abel and looking after sheep was no easier a job than working  on the land. Praise  and choice should have been equal! And then there was the question of who should marry whom. The time had come to marry and there were only the three sisters then, Cain’s twin sister and Abel who’d been born with two. They each married the sister who was born with them it was said and according to one opinion, it was actually a quarrel over who would get to marry the third sister that led to Cain slaying Abel. He had had to sort it all out and sort it out he did.  His Mum and Dad were very sad. But in the end you just got on with it as there was the land to work now and the sheep to tend, three wives to look after and also Baby Enoch. He was very proud of him but life wasn’t easy from the start.

They fought in the East and they fought in the West, they fought BC and AD and  all the fighting never stopped….so we could live the way we wanted to.…

A world at war from then till now… Tribal killings, Indians fighting, German death camps, Nubians at war and Eskimos, Africans and Irish, Americans and Vikings, Aztec, Stone Age man…..Koreans and Vietnamese…wars within wars. Terror and plight, torture and fright. Was it for power or was it for greed? To show  off his strength, was the  warring a need? What is it in us that war we do  choose?  And what are the reasons? The snake the excuse?

Like Enoch’s Dad John’s Father was a proud man when John was born, life wasn’t easy from the start and he’d fulfil the broken dreams when his time came and he grew up…

and

…young Captain John was a very lucky man when you thought about it,  he only lost his leg. He lost his leg through kindness in the troubles, war in Ireland. John was doing the driving that day, reconnaissance they called it, watching who was where but had a funny feeling and told the lad to take the wheel instead. The ambush came from nowhere. A grenade it was. Someone hurled it straight at them. Took the door right out and John’s leg too. The lad was fine but deep in shock, did what he could…the leg was shattered, and John bled but John was saved and told about what happened to a stranger. There were many who lost a leg or an arm or a life…he wept as he took the stranger’s hand, got up and took up his crutch and waved, quick as he could with a loud laugh to drive away the demons, he walked into his new life. Young Captain John was lucky when you thought about it…

It all began with murder and a club and man became ever more inventive how to hurt his brother…he invented spears and guns and bullets, tanks and bombs, chemicals weapon, viruses, bacteria to maim and kill. He gassed his brothers and his sisters and their young, he tortured them in prisons, hanged them by the neck till dead and caged them under water till they drowned. Man practiced war to show that he was the best, he was superior, he had the most no matter where he lived but left only sorrow and great sadness, loneliness and desperation in it’s wake…

War was exactly what they wanted.

There were too many of us then...


...was what's said...

It’s a brutal world

and

no mistake.