Witness: The mortar is aimed, the shot is taken; just seconds later a diminutive puff of detonation might be faintly heard. But at the scene hell rains down with shrapnel shards of molten steel spraying out explosive into hundreds of splintered knives, flying aflame through wooden doors, plaster walls and glass windows, finding precious people: She was nine years old, her name was Alisa Perebyinis.
She and her mother and brother died attempting to cross a bridge to make their way out of town away from the danger. Their father, Peter, the only surviving member of the family says he recognized their luggage having seen a photo immediately circulated to thousands on twitter.
What on earth? It was day 15 since the invasion started, the indiscriminate bombing of civilian housing units, restaurants and hospitals and nearly a million children, over half the total nearly 2 million forced into a refugees March to flee for their lives.
What on earth?
He bit the corner of his lip, he stared out the window. He wanted to do something with his new information. Just moments before reading the newspaper story there was not a nine-year-old girl living inside. He hadn't seen her clear blue eyes, her porcelain cheeks. The photo must have been from a school picture provided by her father. She would no longer be… He would trail off and come back.
What was the right way… to get on with your day, after hearing more of the horror unfolding, after watching the waters of special talks set up throughout Europe by various dignitaries muddy only further into mutual accusations and shared misinformation. It was war, all nations would be affected. It meant lying on purpose, propaganda… A whole dance had been choreographed throughout history, kingdoms had risen and fallen… Only now it seemed every person with a cellular phone could sit and watch it all happening, moment by moment
He heard God sighing … The stomach turned and he felt ill and chilled to the bone.
He was set ablaze with hellfire and an endless stream of terrible visions played at full volume and then he would do what a savoring person does with ungodly things in his head – filled with discussed and holy anger… He would play them over and over until fully fed on the animal level – so starved for justice – let them all burn away……
Etched to this moment, several hundred miles from there in Delphi, Greece a statue relays the beckoning wisdom: KNOW THYSELF.
He had thoughts of dinner. Started with jazz and Cabernet.
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