As i crawl from underneath the rubble and crashed jet debris A bloody manual, torn parachutes and broken window glasses Cracked skull and rib cage, oozing spine and a twisted pelvic Foggy light and hot smoke, fighting to see through my ashy and dusty lashes To once again witness Mother Earth spinning on a broken axis. Recently, memories of the Allies and the Axis Unpeel wounds that have bled for centuries Tanks that bring war memories From the Alexander's, the Caesars, the Genghis Khans The Selassies, the Ferdinands, the Mekatililis The Hitlers, the Mussolinis, the Stalins The Gadaffis, the Saddams, the Otto von Bismarks The Obamas, the Osamas, the Dalai Lamas The Putins, the Zelenskys, the Naftalis The Mornachs, the Autocrasies, the Dynasties The Pharaoh's, the Saducees and the Pharisees bromance with the Romans at the Calvaries The Mujahideens and the Kafirs The Isis Jihadist with fantasies The American and Nato expansionist The idiosyncrasies of the Jews and the Palestines The shared Abrahamic ancestries The siblings rivalries The failing United Nations referees Yes, the land was promised but didn't God say "thou shall not covet... "Thou shall do unto others what..." but if man can't hear God how would he hear the Memoirs of the War Vets written from the crashing jet cockpits By the Mafusas, the tribesmen, the historians. The politicians, the poets, the journalists The Buddhists, The Arm dealers and The infantries. From the bare footed warrior with a spear to the mercenaries in the nuclear-powered submarines From the dead comrades, newborns in nurseries to the unborn soldiers in ovaries All in one room, too blind to see what the elephant is Radios,Vhfs and satellites, yet none hears where the infant is As her voice echoes through the rubble and concrete debris Shaken and starved, but surviving the missiles that missed An empty milk bottle still in her fist Crusts of dried salts from tears tracing her cheeks Her mother lying dead on top of her niece. Her parliamentarian taking shelter overseas. Her father, my co-pilot, pulling me by the wrist Dying admist the dead and the slightly still breathing at least "Confessing our sins, praying for a priest At the sight of death, even the atheists pray for peace" Praying for our souls and for those in Auschitwz Praying for heaven or a Schindlers list As registers are taken, by angels and by Satan too in his fiery abyss Prayers, predators and prey Peasants, pawns and Kings... ...all but Sons of the Soil for the earth gave birth to beasts But what the Soil gives, the Soil must eat. For only the dead know the end of war... ...though on a broken axis, the earth shall still spin and outlive the beasts.
Victor Mafusa
War is not about who is right, it's about who is left.