Isn't it terrifying to imagine that we are all not the same? Or don't go through the same situations for that matter? I have a train of thoughts and woes, running through my mind and I imagine we all know for those who've been one, you're never really trained how to be a refugee. It just happens. You're never really ready. So you have to run and run for your life. Leaving most things behind. And the ones who stand to profit claim victim sometimes or pretend not to be involved. They shift blame and they attack in the pretense of helping. The hand that feeds should never be bitten. And it's unfortunate if the hand does not know it's not supposed to be bit. That it can fight back. So they play games. On each other. For power. Those who deserve power are those who rise in their courage to do right in the face of so much darkness, not the ones who rise up by inflicting pain and fear upon others. To intimidate and belittle others for the money power you have is to defeat the strength hidden in thought. See, the stage of power on play today shows skewed priorities. They run for the worthless and sometimes skip over the most worthy. The good does not force itself onto others and things. It only walks into welcoming warm embraces. The evil pastes itself wherever. "Like me, like me, like me" -even if you're unlikeable? "Yes, yes yes. Even if I'm unlikeable." Haha. But on a serious note, when they play these games sometimes it's all a scheme of plots. Someone creating problems and tragedy for others just to reach to his selfish goals. Let's not lie to each other. We are all human and we have to respect each other, all BiaS aside. Everyone deserves to be respected. But treat also the one for the evil which they create. Correct them, show them, make them understand. If they do not change their ways, strip the power off of them. We are all now fighting even from the smallest bits of our existence, to be equal or better. Different people want different things. And the refugee wants and seeks solace. A new place to hide away from home. A new place to sleep for home is no longer an option. Even if there's need to boat to the next safest land. Even if it means losing your wife and kids to a capsizing boat. F*. The waves know no tragedy. Walking miles on top of miles to run away from terror. Wounded, blistered, tired, afraid. It's never fun. Some running away from running bullets. Tell me how fast and lucky you gonna have to be for that one. Bombs dropping like everyone's making a mixtape. Crying babies carried behind on the women's backs and others wrapped on their father's chest or little legs dangling from his shoulders. Hungry. Terrified. Hoping not to step on a landmine. I think they were called that to signify just that. "I own this land now, it's mine, so run for your lives." I have immense disgust for greed. Greedy people are impatient people and impatient people stumble often unnecessarily. And in their grief of stumbling they plot evil ways of making a comeback. Tell them this is not a game. We have had more than enough pain. Remind them that a train full of refugees was stopped halfway and all of them were kicked out. What are you gonna do? Lie down on the tracks? Yes yes yes yes they did. Nowhere else to go. Show some mercy and have some compassion. Prepare your arms and welcome them home even if it's now home far away from home. They did not plan for it. They do not deserve it. Turn your energy to the ones causing this havoc. Condemn them. Put them to light. Fight for what is right. They are to blame if anything. The ripples cover a larger distance than expected no matter how small the pebble is. The evil decisions of others affect even the good so protect the weak. Remind them often the sun shines on those who choose to step up to the plate. You don't need to stay in the shadows for too long. Know where you've come from, what you didn't like and what is worth fighting for. Speak for the voiceless and see your dimensions grow bigger. Let yourself run free in the tracks and set the train full of refugees free ❤️
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