The War Lover(s)

The atrocity. The genocide. The killing. The shooting. The torture. The nonstop bombing.

So many lives, innocent lives. Children, women, men: gone. And yet, the killing does not stop. It keeps going. You keep going. You keep killing and destroying. And I sit here, a civilian, safe in my home, feeling guilty.

Guilty for the unfairness of it all.

Guilty because I have shelter and food.

Guilty because I feel safe.

Guilty for drinking my morning coffee while war rages on.

Every day, I hear the news.

Every day, more lives lost.

Every day, another war competing for attention.

How do we even keep track anymore?

So many tragedies that we can no longer hear the cries.

So many tears shed across continents. While the world focuses on Ukraine and Israel, we forget that another 6,000 souls have been lost in Sudan.

And then we wonder.

We wonder why the number of refugees and displaced people keeps rising.

We wonder why they seek safety here.

We wonder why they turn to the United States and not elsewhere.

We wonder why we should help them.

And yet, you forget, you are the reason for all of this.

You, the war lovers.

I woke up today, desperate, scrolling through updates of yet another mass killing event. And I felt even worse, knowing there was so little I could do to help.

So, I prayed.

And I prayed harder.

"Please, no more war. Please, no more killing. Please, no more innocent lives lost."

The people dying are already among the most vulnerable, born into suffering, destined for tragedy. And now, they live in fear, waiting, until the day their lives are stolen by bullets, bombs, a decision made by men who never have to face the destruction they've been causing.

So, tell me, are you certain what you are doing is to save people?

Are you sure you are not the destroyer?

Are you sure you are not the cause of the suffering?

Are you sure this is not just for your personal gain?

Are you sure you hold the collective interest in your heart?

Are you sure there are no other solutions, besides killing?

Are you sure?

Are you sure, war lovers?

How many more bodies need to fall before your pockets are filled?