Saturday, January 24, 2004
Another Tragedy
I cry out with Isaiah, "How long, O Lord?" An eleven year old Palestinian boy, at play, was stopped far too short in life by an Israeli sniper's bullet. Two other boys are wounded. The soldiers claimed they didn't know they were boys (when likely they were no more than 18 year old boys themselves) and thought they might be planting anti-tank mines near the so-called "fence". So, that's a good response, shoot first, ask questions later. It's not a fucking video game! It's life! Or, rather, it was. We think the war's won? What war? What's winning? So long as people are free to snipe young children under the shadowy auspices of security, there is no war won. I am sickened by this and my cry goes up: How long, O Lord? How long will you let this go on in your world? Come down like calming rain and still our violence. Wrap us in love, not flak jackets. Assault us with mercy, not tanks. Come down, O Lord! We need you so bad. We're just making a mess of things...
-R
I cry out with Isaiah, "How long, O Lord?" An eleven year old Palestinian boy, at play, was stopped far too short in life by an Israeli sniper's bullet. Two other boys are wounded. The soldiers claimed they didn't know they were boys (when likely they were no more than 18 year old boys themselves) and thought they might be planting anti-tank mines near the so-called "fence". So, that's a good response, shoot first, ask questions later. It's not a fucking video game! It's life! Or, rather, it was. We think the war's won? What war? What's winning? So long as people are free to snipe young children under the shadowy auspices of security, there is no war won. I am sickened by this and my cry goes up: How long, O Lord? How long will you let this go on in your world? Come down like calming rain and still our violence. Wrap us in love, not flak jackets. Assault us with mercy, not tanks. Come down, O Lord! We need you so bad. We're just making a mess of things...
-R
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