Some Kind of Dispute

As he sat there and thought about his family, tears came to his eyes. Watching them being slaughtered in his own living room was the most gruesome and yet most paralyzing event that his eyes had ever been a witness to. He was the only one in his family that was left alive…if that’s what you want to call it. Making funeral arrangements for his younger brothers and sisters was something that he never thought that he would have to do. But this is war. Everything was different now. The playground in which his younger siblings used to play in was now an unmarked grave for those who got lost somewhere in the crossfire. The market that his mother used to shop at everyday was now deserted and riddled with bullet holes. As he walked around his home town, he could almost hear his friends talking to him. He could almost smell the smoke that came out of his father’s pipe. He could almost see things the way that they used to be. But then he realizes that things can’t go back to the way they were. Even if the war ended, that wouldn't bring back his mother’s smile or the sound of his sister’s voice. But all that everyone else knows is that there is some kind of dispute going on in the Middle East. We hear about snipers and the military but we don’t hear the cries of orphans. We watch videos of bombing attacks and learn about the newest technology that could kill everything in a five mile radius, but we don’t see the bloodshed of the innocent. As the shelters fill up, it seems as though more bombing takes place and more people are killed that had nothing to do with the war. Maybe we should focus on trying to rebuild the lives that we have shattered instead of destroying more lives. We hear about all the soldiers that we lose in a war but they get a proper burial and we don’t pay any attention to the four year old who is starving to death on a dirt road in Syria because he lost his parents when his city was attacked. War has always been a part of history and the innocent are always the ones who suffer the most. But the worst part is that when the war ends, they are left to clean up a mess that others created.