I saw you in the news today.
You looked the same as you always did. You were wearing a scarf woven out of the threads cast by fear and hatred; power and insanity. I think that scarf is your favourite accessory – do you ever appear without it?
I heard you were in Ukraine last year – how was that? Do you know the cost you put upon humanity when you walk into a room?
Tell me, War, what does it feel like to have a day in celebration of the time you left our grandfathers? Do you pause to look at the crosses that signify the many lives you took from us? Do you pause to look at the ash ingrained in the side walks of Hiroshima? Do you pause to look at the scratch marks on the inside of gas chamber walls? No – I do not think you do. Instead, you move onto the next era; onto the next generation of humanity you wish to infect with your grief and with your sorrow.
Red has always been your favourite colour, I think. It is present within every aspect of your life, isn’t it? You have red stains on your military jacket. You bleed red. The thing is, no one likes the colour red as much as you. The thing is, we despise red when it is in the presence of you. Yes, we have red stains on our military jackets, but we mourn the bleeding red.
You seem to be abroad a lot this year – France, the Middle East, the Southern United States. I must say, you are very well travelled. Every country knows of you – they know what you are capable of. People fear you. People hate you. Some people use you to get what they want. But no one is your friend. You are not a friend to anyone either. You are merciless. You are cruel. I hope to never meet you.
Many of us talk of you as if to boast. They triumph in having met you and survived. On the contrary, my grandfather said that anyone who triumphs in having met you, has definitely not met you. If only your presence actually meant pride and bravery. Instead, you leave behind a cold shadow; a brutal reminder of the relentless pain and suffering you bring to us. This state of desolation leaves strong soldiers to become weak; wives to be widows; and children to be orphans. That is what you bring us. Nothing good ever comes from you. You brought violence and death to this world. For this, I despise you.
I’m lucky I haven’t seen you in person. Please don’t try to visit me.