Such Things We Never Think Of

I read a reflection piece, a poem that draws the reader to WAR.

It doesn’t matter what WAR for after all WAR is WAR the results always the same – ALWAYS!

A family there is huddled together in an underground garage; Innocent civilians seeking as so many do refuge and safety from BOMBINGS.

It does not work. The BOMBS find them.

Driving about the city streets now littered with abused debris and craters, hearing repeated over and over were cell phones ringing in the pockets of the dead.

Even more disturbing as if even possible were the ringing cell phones in the hands of  arms severed from the bodies.

The dilemma, the conflict became, are those calls answered? Is it explained to the living they are a phone call away from the dead?

Such things we never think of.

How it is such things unfold in a world gone made with WAR other than in a poem.

So often it is only a poem which can begin to explain the unexplainable.

The land of Cana of the land of Galilee

A land of one time miracles- water turned to wine

South of Lebanon to a town named Qana

The same land of one time miracles

Yet also a land of history- wars and mayhem

Two names but all the same

As complex as the very creation of humanity

Who is to blame in this land of contrast

The prince of peace and the creator of all

Yes one in the same

Such things we never think of