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Human nature
Contributed by
stateofgray
on
Tuesday, 20th May 2003 @ 10:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
didactic
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The path of human nature is total, unforgiving war. Nature in the sense we destroy assimilate your enemies and punish them, even more , with time, even more.
All our issues are solved by apparent primeval actions. Bombing & crying encompasses the ambience being annihilated . Billions, suffering by the thoughts and planning of a billions nominal fraction.
They call it a crusade against evil, Them to us, us to them-evil. We all say we are freedom fighters Fighting for peace, But our doings, by killing, and theirs are evil.
Tell those affected , what we do is for their own good. I'm sure if any of us lost Thier wife, child, husband family or friend we'd hate whatever, or wherever and with as much passion as we possibly could.
Do we learn anything from history? I wonder if anyone remembers the 3rd reich. The minds of those affected in WW1 were left nullfied, weak, fickle -perfect For malice, an understatement to germinate and reach new horrific heights.
What about the atrocities of Joesph Stalin? 40 millions killed, millions oppressed. People wonder why we hated communism in spite of its noble intensions. We hate what we don't understand. Haven't you guessed.
And in all fairness in all contradiction There are those that hate war. They condemn it, and its purposes and try to "civily disobey" but in essence they still hate, and that doesnt make them ANY better does it? The natures of our past-sigh- are projected in our future, and we may try to change our attitudes of war But we still give in to our nature true core.
TSK , TSK , TSK we are children fighting over trivial toys or rabid dogs fighting over DEAD lifeless bones. Bones that sadly DEAD. So why fight, why leave mothers in sickening agony by fighting at the expense of flesh and bone. WHY? WHY steal the lives of men who in a mothers eyes are still boys.
The higher ups can never see it. They dont fight in the scarlet battles They dont fight at all, they are cowards. Sending others to their deaths Sending millions to the slaughter house They are quick to judge, but slow to act And pretend they are the masters of mindless cattle. But we are not. If they are so fearless, why dont they pick up a gun And risk their lives Instead of making everyone else die, Instead of making millions cry They dont see it, they have never fought Their own battles. I guess in war, we are kings and pawns but human alike. And millions die at someone elses like.
Boom, bang, zip, clang We go to war with what we dont understand We fight over issues that arent about morality but issues that are ultimately needless. I do wish for world peace, i know I'll never see it, not as long as countries fight--fight over lands, we dont take when we die, or the accuracy of their religion, or the economy, or failed diplomacy, something that doesnt seem to work anyway. I hope to see hate end, and Al -Qaeda and the KKK disappear into air i wish, they would stop and try to feel what we feel but i know they wont. I hope that the illusion of people in a huge circle is actually acheived. One day, everyone, in peace Holding hands.
In this world, however if u listen closely you can hear a ghostly roar Taunting us of our past , daring us to repeat it. We dont even know it, but we are at war within ourselves. In our heads, we make choices between opposing forces. Alas we are led to something inevitable and in this vicious cycle of violence, whether its inner, or outer to attain peace, i know its true, as open as a door that the only human nature is total self destructive war
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