WAR: My Elegy

This was written on March 17, 2003, 12:08AM, by Paul Whelmer Alforque 

Iraq was attacked by the United States with high explosives that cost the lives of many innocent men.

                       “Oh War, drink our blood and our tears; consume all our flesh and our memory”

At this moment, indeed, this world is threatened by the ideals and aspirations of the civilized barbarians of the era. Although claiming to be an intelligent being, our warriors prefer to grasp their desires with no valid reasons at all – they eagerly justify warfare by employing the logic of passion and anger and hatred and unestablished fabricated causes. This is an undesirable nightmare of man – war is an insult to the human intellect; this is a clear devotion to arrogance and a blasphemy to the harmonious and civilized society of man.

Instead of searching the formula of joy in peace and good life, we are in fact personifying the image of hell.

Oh god of war, my ordinary understanding and mind cannot give me the reason why these highly educated war-lover animals could not find any remedy for the avoidance of disaster BUT would rather choose the most dirty of all the games – war.

To the casualties of war, search one’s own god and if an actual peace could not be attained – let there be peace in your mind, the only best remedy, indeed.

War has become a phenomenon of human affairs; a phenomenon which was created by the iron hands of aggressions AND nurtured by the nutrients of foolishness and passion; war is the biggest game played by the bullies.

WAR, how awful you are! You are killing hens which lay golden eggs! Nothing we can do for thou art real, and easily be provoked by public expectations.

Now, by our mistakes, we will be flourishing in the air all our bad histories to be displayed in the heart of the all future generations, mistakes that will be engraved in the walls of human memory – allowing them to tell tales of all our unbearable whims and caprices printed in bloodshed.

So be it.