is there an end?

you know it's bad when you know people who know people who have died in this war. it's starting to happen.

the aunt of an acquaintance - death by shelling

two uncles of a colleague - same

my friend's parent's neighbour: his wife and six children perished under the flames of a bomb that hit their house while he was out shopping for food. For him, this is a fate infinitely worse than his own death.

i am tired of arguing of bickering of losing my temper of wanting people to see what i see the big picture but it's easy for me to say to dream of a solution while sipping on my regular coffee in the cute cafe where the biggest danger is the huge dog that is eyeing me maliciously (or maybe he wants my brownie)

will the vigils the rallies the photos the letters the emails the blogs the stickers change anything or will they just make us fledglings feel a little less guilty?

can we effectively stir a change or will the wheels of the killing machine just keep grinding history down their bloodthirsty path?

personally i'm starting to believe that nothing, nada de nada, rien du tout, mashi, will budge these marauding rocks that are balancing power in their own hands, poised at all times to deliver harder blows to those unfortunate enough to have been born without a shield.

life is...
a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury
signifying nothing.