An Ugly War

Sunday Microfiction #3

Pictured Microfiction: An Ugly War. Created with Canva. By now, I’m sure all of you have heard what Donald J. Trump has done. WWIII, here we come. I have a cousin, Chrissy’s daughter, who lives in Bahrain. I have been checking in with her–making sure she’s okay. She is not far from Iran at all. God, save us from the actions of a madman and the people who follow his insane rhetoric and bring it to life.

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Right Is Right and Wrong Is Wrong.

And when wrong has gotten out of control, people speak up!

Breaking things down professionally and respectfully.

When we are money-hungry and crave power over humans’ actual existence and well-being, many countries suffer; many people suffer. Death knocks on multiple doors and takes its reward.

Google Sudan. Research the recent occurrences in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Look up the history of Haiti. Your mind will be blown away.

Greed breeds power. Power breeds evil. Evil breeds the death of many to get back to greed.

Ukraine’s president, Volodymyr Zelenskiy, has imposed sanctions on 37 Russian groups and 108 people including a former prime minister and a former education minister and said he aimed to fight wartime abductions of children from Ukraine and other “Russian terror”.


Ukrainian officials said on Saturday that the armed forces shot down 29 of 38 drones in an overnight raid. More than 400 towns and villages in the south, south-east and north of the country were affected by the drone attacks, including an oil refinery that was hit in Odesa.


Ukrainian troops are working to push back Russian forces positioned on the east bank of the Dnipro River, the military has said, a day after Ukraine claimed to have secured multiple bridgeheads on that side of the river that divides the country’s partially occupied Kherson region.

The Guardian

I’m extremely over the overlord of Russia and his expectancies and over-elitist actions and presence, and he needs to be taken down several pegs.

It’s been nearly two years. I’ve one thing to say to him and any minions at his disposal, “Ain’t y’all tired yet?!”


Where is peace when you need it? Where is justice when it’s overdue? And why must so many fight to obtain both?! Why–because they’re tired, too. Doing right really isn’t hard.

#war #grief #hope (#addyourhashtag)

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Peace and blessings.

i see clouds through the clouds and more clouds and then the sky it’s the colour of obsidian shot through with arcs of rocket fry 1… 2… war coming for you 3… 4… better lock your door i see lies through the lies and more lies and then the truth (i hope) but the truth […]

#war #grief #hope (#addyourhashtag)

Servicemen

 

servicemen
Courtesy of Frederick Hart/Vietnam Veterans Memorial

They come for them while they are still growing into skin. Their flesh stretching, becoming something new. Little pieces of heartache dipped in twisted lips and contorted positions. They launch rockets, send baby men to the angry sea.

Its mouth willing to swallow them whole.

They knock on your door with pocketed folded flags, prepared to tell you about his “job well done” and you stand on shaky feet knowing but not wanting to know. Your heart is liquid. It slides down your legs and forms a puddle before them.

The flag is given to you with a smile and a practiced speech—prompted condolences. You want to say, “Thank you for your service,” but you have forgotten how to do it without turning into a human being stripped of everything that matters.

They salute you. You are the receiver of his praise, for dying for a country that stopped caring for his life the moment he stepped on the front lines. But, you have been serviced. You have your perfectly folded flag as a reminder and the prompted condolences too.

There’s just one thing missing, though.
And he’s not coming back.


Originally published on Medium.