Petal and Me

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For hours, 

We kept each other’s company:

We basked in the silver sun.

We played with the turquoise ripples kissing my toes like an ardent man.

We managed to get by as drifters rescued by the white and golden sands.

We hardly noticed the sun turned orange,

It was fast going down;

And the blue ripples were slowly gone,

My toes gone beige.

My fingers ended purple.

She remained pink in divinity.

She was supple lilac in majesty.

Though I knew,

Soon she’d wilt in brown . . .

But at that moment,

She looked fragile and lifeless;

And I sounded fierce and tough

However, our skins spoke better-

And it was simply a fact.

Recommended Song:

Naturally
By Kalapana

“To Fight for the Right”

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“. . . without question or pause–

To be willing to march into hell–

For a heavenly cause–” what a valor, right?

Those are some of the lyrics of Impossible Dream, which is a 1965 song composed by Mitch Leigh and written by Joe Darion; and is perhaps the most compelling reflection of finding peace in war. (Wikipedia) But is it truly worth it?

Hence, I watched hundreds of war movies (World War I and II, in the 20th and this 21st Century); and up to now, I find all wars senseless. Because, I highly value life. You can call me “naive;” but I don’t find justice in any kind of killing.

For example, suffering from a post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), I have read a lot of real life cases of American veterans, who came from Iraq and Afghanistan back to their families in broken minds and spirits. And their mere consolation, they are just so lucky to come home alive.

On World War II, specifically, the genocides of Jews, although fatalities were not limited to the European Jewish people, they suffered largely– as they were targeted in a war against being seen as minority race of many physical deformities.

The horrors of wars are not just mind blowing. They’re the greatest threats to all our achievements as human beings.

Again, for “what peace is there in killing? What democracy lies in bombing,” when war undermines liberty.

Furthermore, war undermines our abilities to communicate effectively. War belittles our being champs of civility. With war, we treat ourselves us kids craving, fighting, killing (my goodness!) for lollipops and candies–we don’t even know how and what we want exactly.

Lastly, to dream the impossible of achieving peace in war is lunacy. We do not have to create hell among ourselves, only to convince there’s heaven.