In the unlikely event

in the unlikely event of my death

in a terror attack

you do not have permission

to use my name or likeness

in any way, shape, or form.

I don’t want my mothers tears

to be joined by rivers

that will flow into oceans

cried by countless mothers

who will lose countless children

as countless bombs fall

on countless villages

in countless countries

where countless other children

who survive

will spend their entire lives

running from more bombs

and bullets

in every direction.

 

Odds are, my killer was

one of those children

traumatized by a lifetime

of being terrorized

and I forgive him

or her

because I’m sure

that deep down

they would have preferred

to live in peace

they would have preferred

food rather than bullets

medicine rather than bombs

love rather than hate

they would have preferred

a world

where borders were never drawn

and resources never extracted

where whole villages

were never turned to rubble

and whole cities

were never destroyed

where entire countries

were never left for dead

left with countless cases of cholera

and countless refugees

from neighboring countries,

the tired, hungry, and poor

the victims of perpetual war.

 

In the unlikely event of my death

in a terror attack

only react

with love

it’s what’s been missing

since the beginning.

Rise above the hatred

and the violence

and the fear

and the greed…

and revenge isn’t something

that any of us need.

 

He said feed the hungry

and help the poor

but Jesus never said

to bring them war.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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