by Katie Rose Curtis
We’ve started dropping bombs on Syria.
Saudi Arabia, Turkey, and others have joined us in the effort to destroy ISIS.
Civilians will die.
Countless civilians have already died.
We will train “moderate rebels” to be our ground forces.
This will take a year.
Israel drops bombs on Palestine.
Palestine fights back;
and that’s not all.
We have never seen the beginning of war.
It’s all we’ve ever known.
We watch it on TV, and change the channel
because we don’t want to see.
But it’s still there, somewhere.
Countless little countries whose names we’ll never know;
who we’ll never bother with because they’re not a trade partner
or a threat,
fight each other;
fight against themselves.
And we pretend we’re sophisticated.
We pretend we’re above it.
We hold conventions
and make movies
and write stories,
But somewhere there’s a riot.
Somewhere there’s a protest gone wrong.
Somewhere a white man has killed a black boy.
Somewhere a mean man yells and beats his wife.
Somewhere a straight man breaks his brother’s heart.
And someone somewhere is alone.
In every high school it’s the same.
There are the ones who hate each other
and the ones who hate themselves.
“Kids are cruel,” they sometimes say
and write it off.
They won’t read between the lines.
Some kids grow up broken and perpetuate the problem,
but the ones who survive
learn to love or die inside.
History is the great master of bitter irony.
It’s hard to deny that the nicest men,
the one’s who want the world at peace:
Martin Luther King Jr.
are the first to die.
Someone once asked Jesus,
who is my neighbor?
who is my brother?
And Jesus told him.
Our brothers are the ones fighting far away.
Our brothers are the ones we’ll probably never see
and never agree with.
Our brothers are the ones who, like us,
But we fight in the name of God.
We’d fight in the name
of all our cousins’ cats if it came down to it.
The Buddhists believe that one should never harm a living thing.
One should love the least of these.
Forgive the people.
Don’t forgive the deeds.
People are wrong.
People are human.
It’s all a matter of degrees.
But the rhetoric is wrong.
We say we have to fight for peace.
We talk about what it will take to destroy the enemy.
these are people we’re talking about,
and I have no enemy.