This is war, and we are its children. We are the product of a generation of violence, of meaningless hatred. We are the product of silly sympathies sworn to this prophet or this god. Silly sympathies that divide us against ourselves. 'A house divided against itself cannot stand', a prophet once said. Words 'once said' can never be retracted. Speeches made can never be undone. They have created our fathers - the generation of violence, and we, the children of war.
P.S. tried to connect the ideas to each other, to give it a little flow. But it seems pretty forced at the later stages of the piece. Comment plx.
Monday, November 27, 2006
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2 comments:
I find it good enough.
"silly sympathies" sounds a little strangeish, perhaps "silly" doesn't belong in the feel of the whole piece. frivolous? flippant? although the alliteration works well.
self-reference, to give it more flow: "speeches said can never be unmade; those same speeches that stirred the blood of men will not let it now rest. that blood flowed forth from our fathers, and we have inherited it- we, the children of war."
just a few thoughts.
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