Chocolate And Fire
Blurry visions of butterflies and rainbows, smoothly morphing into visions of violence. Violence and Fire. Violence in Fire. A distant acrid smell of tyres burning, too?
An 8 year old child, cute, innocent, clever, bright blue eyes, buries a bar of chocolate in the ground. Pats the mound of mud once she's done "hiding" her chocolate. She smiles a happy contented smile. Just the way an 8 year old can. Her white frock jingles hidden tunes, dances with glee and exudes an innocence. Just the way an 8 year old's frock can. She turns around, screams. Screams a terrible scream. Just the way an 8 year old can.
Her white frock catches fire. She writhes in agony. Agony that is capable of washing away innocence, happiness, the characteristic "8 year old's" smile and memories of buried chocolate. All gone. In a flash. In a possible eternity.
The 'morrow cometh, and the fires have subsided. There is a body which once held life, once had bright blue eyes, once clothed by a white frock, now covered in 3rd degree fire burns, now lifeless. No smile, possibly a frown. Charred remains, lying on top of some buried chocolate. Sadly, just the way an 8 year old can...
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A curse on those senseless ones. Ones who burn mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers and innocent little children in the name of Religion, Death of an idol, and to subvert others for their own perverted pleasures. In memory of all those who had to give up their futures and their lives. Maybe these harbingers of doom should see the world for how delightfully happy it is. Just the way an 8 year old can...
An 8 year old child, cute, innocent, clever, bright blue eyes, buries a bar of chocolate in the ground. Pats the mound of mud once she's done "hiding" her chocolate. She smiles a happy contented smile. Just the way an 8 year old can. Her white frock jingles hidden tunes, dances with glee and exudes an innocence. Just the way an 8 year old's frock can. She turns around, screams. Screams a terrible scream. Just the way an 8 year old can.
Her white frock catches fire. She writhes in agony. Agony that is capable of washing away innocence, happiness, the characteristic "8 year old's" smile and memories of buried chocolate. All gone. In a flash. In a possible eternity.
The 'morrow cometh, and the fires have subsided. There is a body which once held life, once had bright blue eyes, once clothed by a white frock, now covered in 3rd degree fire burns, now lifeless. No smile, possibly a frown. Charred remains, lying on top of some buried chocolate. Sadly, just the way an 8 year old can...
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A curse on those senseless ones. Ones who burn mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers and innocent little children in the name of Religion, Death of an idol, and to subvert others for their own perverted pleasures. In memory of all those who had to give up their futures and their lives. Maybe these harbingers of doom should see the world for how delightfully happy it is. Just the way an 8 year old can...
11 comments:
Religion IS the original war crime. It is.
Amen to that!
well hello there...
@Finch : Don't confuse me with such technical stuff. ***Scratches head***
@Nikhil : Yeah. But then again, to some extent, religion is what holds nations together. Not now mebbe, but in ye olden days.
@Shadows : Ahhhaaa. Bir still in your head? Heeheeheee...
@Malaveeka : Welcome to Razorblade Dreams.
BURN THE FIRE!!
I sometimes feel like going out and inflicting severe physical harm to those that cause riot and public violence.
But then what'd make me different from them? Moral authority?
As Harold Pinter said, when he mocked GWBush..
"You see this fist? This is my moral authority."
I believe the solution lies in public discrimination against such acts. If they would recieve no media coverage or popularity because of these acts, I don't think it would be as severe.
Like what happens when someone streaks across in a football match or F1 race. They DO NOT show the person. They complete ignore the whole thing.
btw, please get rid off your comment verification!
someone once told me that God (indirectly relevant to religion) is used as a political tool to feed personal ego.
here i am :)
blur: that was chickoo?
ps. ifaqphhi
Awesome post....
Short and to the point. Absolutely effective.
I still fail to understand the mentality of ppl who take lives for no greater cause than temporary madness
absolutely brilliant...
the lost lives are smiling upon the tale untold... jus the way an 8yr old can...
Hi,
stumbled on your blog on one of my rare blundering through blog land... glad I did though. You write well. And with feeling.
Write on...
TP
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