Another devastating war scene of Syria was broadcasted on TV this morning. An old man with tearing eyes stood in the midst of a crumbling wall, the place was once his home. The erupted dust nearly swallowed him. Ironically, behind him was a line of laundries still hanging, and fluttering in the dry desert wind.
The sight saddens me. Shouldn’t the old man be home surrounded by grandchildren and enjoying his retirement? His country’s ancient culture demands that the old man should be well respected for his wisdom and old age. Why didn’t his “king” honor that admirable tradition? Why did the old man have to suffer?
An antique poem written by a Chinese poet vividly depicted the sorrow of war:
“Withered vines, aging pines and crying crows”
“A broken bridge, drying stream and desolate village”
“Ancient pass, blowing wind, and a stray war horse”
“A brokenheart ghost lost in the horizon”
War, since the dawn of human history has been employed as the quickest and easiest avenue to resolve conflicts; even it is the most destructive event to mankind. War solved NOTHING! It deepened problems; Men suffered, lives were wasted, civilizations were destroyed, and every creature in the universe was attacked.
Perhaps we should all refrain from praising soldiers and glorifying their bravery. They are, after all, killers…..
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