I am almost relieved to be connected to war
Because anything else seems distant from its honest reality
And not just the reality of today's missiles
But of the battles lit by torches passed
Just truth in the link of our human evolution
That we inherit struggle
Only I cry in a warm bed with hot tea filled with honey on my night stand
My cheeks don't sink into my bones
My stomach doesn't plead for food
And my cries aren't muffled by fear of being heard
A privileged suffering
Where being brave behind a shiny locked door
In a shiny locked city
Is the real paradox
Less honorable than most
But better than the ignorance
Of war