Anyone miss the image of a little boy from Syria, covered in
dust and blood, scared and confused, yet silent? Why didn’t the boy cry? Why
wasn’t he screaming for help? He should have cried. The image was even more painful
to see because he didn’t cry. Even the British do not believe in
stiffer-upper-lip before a certain age. What is it that made that boy silent?
And is his silence the reason why I cannot be? Why I am raging with fury?
Ladies and gentlemen in your comfy chairs, getting a great
wage to make decisions that shape our world, you out there in your suits and
ties, your red carpets and crystal glasses, you have failed! You miserable lot,
what have you done? Please entertain us with another messed up fairytale about
how there are no options. Give us another bully lie about how you’re doing your
best. If this is your best, please resign. This is beyond pathetic. Did you not
learn anything?
While I feel sick at the thought that someone is getting
paid to do this to people, and generation after generation they are getting
away with it, I have to wonder: What can I, we (the citizens) do? I cannot
ignore it. I cannot say I’m too busy. I cannot turn a blind eye or follow some
movie or a book. My dear fellow human beings, please be sure that a war happens
to the best of us. No, no one expects it. It’s not like anyone has ‘go through
a war’ on the list of things to do before you die. We should not be silent. The
dead cannot speak, we must speak for them, or we’ll all face the same horrific
fate. Now, that even children are silenced in the face of pain and suffering,
what’s next?
There must be something we can do…
