For what we shall fight? Our mankind is at stake, between a gamble and a struck of luck.
For what we shall fight? A rubble-made world, a wasteland of our tiny and sweet blue marble? Condemned by its own inhabitants, condemned by its own people.
For what we shall fight? For a god we don’t know it exists? We shall fight for peace, for unity, for humanity. And yet we’re fighting for what? Political disputes.
So it was thousand years ago, you would say, and I say: Yes, it was. But IT WAS.
For I saw the world in relative peace and can attest that nations can unite, tie a common red stripe and sew the deep curses between each other’s cultures.
For I saw the world play games peacefully, saw blue waters and snowy ice becoming treasures.
For I saw volunteers travel across the landscapes and help the ones who needed the most, for I saw people who are in need giving back some of their gratefulness to those helping.
For I saw hope for a greater nation of all united Earth and now, now it’s all shattered.
We are not meant to live this our home, not as we currently see each others as foes - if we die, it’s safe to say: we deserved it.
For I can attest that now… now we are not human anymore. We are hollow soul, incapable to fully live the gift of life.