It was called a “black-out” in 1971.
Windows and skylights were covered with thick black paper. The sound of an aircraft drove the neighbourhood into deep distress.They prayed for invisibility, huddled inside the silence of fear, pulling sheets above their eyes.
I’d have loved to see the enemy’s face. But the next morning, Uncle said it was only a civilian aircraft.
War is far more sophisticated today. You shake hands, then wonder about the real motive and alignments.
someone seeks revenge
for unmatched value systems
geared up in defence
I wince with pain, lower guns
attackers come from my clan

hi, Reena 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Murisopsis (Val), is now live!
https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/08/14/w3-prompt-120-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Living, breathing and greatly suffering people on this atrocity-prone planet are [consciously or subconsciously] perceived as not being of equal value or worth to everyone else, when morally they all definitely should be.
Human beings can actually be seen and treated as though they are disposable and, by extension, their suffering and death are somehow less worthy of external concern, sometimes even by otherwise democratic and relatively civilized nations.
In other words, the worth of such life will be measured by its overabundance and/or the protracted conditions under which it suffers; and those people can eventually receive meagre column inches on the back page of the First World’s daily news. It’s an immoral consideration of ‘quality of life’.
Meanwhile, with each news report of the daily death toll from unrelenting bombardment, I feel a slightly greater desensitization and resignation. I’ve noticed this disturbing effect with basically all major protracted conflicts internationally since I began regularly consuming news products in 1987.
Furthermore, it’s sadly and even shamefully true that while some peoples have been brutally victimized throughout history a disproportionately large number of times, the victims of one place and time can and sometimes do become the victimizers of another place and time.
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With news-stories’ human subjects’ race and culture dictating
quantity of media coverage of even the poorest of souls,
a renowned newsman formulated a startling equation
justly implicating collective humanity’s news-consuming callousness
— “A hundred Pakistanis going off a mountain in a bus
make less of a story than three Englishmen drowning in the Thames.”
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According to this unjust news-media mentality reasonably deduced
five hundred prolongedly-war-weary Middle Eastern Arabs getting blown
to bits in the same day perhaps should take up even less space and airtime.
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So readily learned is the tiny token short story buried in the bottom
right-hand corner of the newspaper’s last page, the so brief account
involving a long-lasting war about which there’s virtually absolutely
nothing civil; therefore caught in the warring web are civilians most
unfortunate, most weak, the very most in need of peace and civility.
.
And it’s naught but business as usual in the damned nations
where such severe suffering almost entirely dominates the
fractured structured daily routine of civilian slaughter
(plus that of the odd well-armed henchman) mostly by means
of bomb blasts from incendiary explosive devices, rock-fire fragments
and shell shock readily shared with freshly shredded shrapnel wounds
resulting from smart bombs often launched for the
stupidest of reasons into crowded markets and grade schools. ….
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Desensitisation and resignation stem from helplessness – the fact that we cannot do anything to stop the insanity.
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Wow, wow, wow, Reena. It’s so crazy that you lived through that… This is really powerful. Thank you for sharing.
~David
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Thank you so much, David!
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There seems no end to it. But we must try. (K)
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Positivity and humanity should never give up.
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There’s so much anger out there. I myself have been inexplicably angrier over the last couple of years and sometimes consider that I may someday leave this world that way.
The human race seems to desperately need a unifying fate-defining common cause. Perhaps a vicious extraterrestrial attack is what we collectively need to brutally endure in order to survive the long-term from ourselves.
Collectively and maybe even individually, we humans seem hopelessly prone to our politics of scale and differences. Still, from within ourselves we, as individuals, can resist flawed yet normalized human/societal nature thus behavior.
Perhaps somewhat relevant to this are the words of American sociologist Stanley Milgram, of Obedience Experiments fame/infamy: “It may be that we are puppets — puppets controlled by the strings of society. But at least we are puppets with perception, with awareness. And perhaps our awareness is the first step to our liberation.”
In the meantime, people should avoid believing, let alone claiming, that they are not capable of committing an atrocity, even if relentlessly pushed. Contrary to what is claimed or felt by many of us, deep down there’s a potential monster in each of us that, under the just-right circumstances, can be unleashed — and maybe even more so when convinced that God’s on our/my side.
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This is profound.
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To me, collective human existence is still somewhat analogous to a cafeteria lineup consisting of diversely societally represented people, all adamantly arguing over which identifiable person should be at the front and, conversely, at the back of the line.
Many of them further fight about to whom amongst them should go the last piece of quality pie and how much they should have to pay for it — all the while the interstellar spaceship on which they’re all permanently confined, owned and operated by (besides the wealthiest passengers) the fossil fuel industry, is on fire and toxifying at locations not normally investigated.
As a species we can be so heavily preoccupied with our own individual little worlds, however overwhelming to us, that we will still miss the biggest of crucial pictures. And it seems this distinct form of societal penny-wisdom but pound-foolishness is a very unfortunate human characteristic that’s likely with us to stay.
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Inexplicable anger has certainly taken over me on too many occasions as well. We all have it within us. As you say, self-awareness is where we can begin.
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Reena this put a fear in my heart! I have been lucky to have never experienced the threat of war or the destruction that you describe… A powerful poem!
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Thank you so much!
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A poignant and powerful historical poem. Very moving. 🩷
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Thank you so much!
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Very beautifully written and narrated.
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Thank you so much!
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Mythology, history, and epics are all full of war stories only. Only means change not wars. Some, though, still fight with stones.
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You highlight a very important fact that history is selective. The good points are summed up in three words – Happily ever after…
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A powerful piece, Reena. War is so sophisticated, it’s difficult to know what will come next. Such a waste of lives and resources.
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True. But will it ever stop? Vested interests override everything else.
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I doubt it will ever stop, Reena, unfortunately.
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Mum talked about the black out curtains. Brilliant poem.
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Thank you, Diana!
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You’re welcome 😀
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I remember those days too. War is such a useless exercise. Loss of precious lives Abbas resources.
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I agree
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Wow, this is very intense. Rooted in the past but still so current.
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I guess war will never get outdated.
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unfortunately it just changes shape
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That is scarier.
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I totally agree!
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So true – the weapons of war are sometimes hard to discern.
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It is becoming incomprehensible.
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Agreed 😢
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