If I had to explain why war was important to me I would stay and write forever. But I will shorten it for the sake of my readers.
In past wars we had face-to-face warlike structures. We swung our swords in the air, and used shields to protect. People marched for miles just to start to fight. Guns were used later, but it still had the same structure. March, look at another, then shoot.
But times have changed. People cannot see their attackers. We invade foreign countries and force them out of their homes. Drones drop bombs, buildings collapse, and lives are taken. People dig their way through the debris looking for someone who may have survived. They carry the survivors, drenching the only clothes in blood and tears. They rush them to get help but they know help is limited, and they cannot heal something they fear nightly. “I’m alive, I’m alive, thank God I’m alive,” they cry out to everyone, including God. Oh you are alive young one, but are you living?
All this mass murder for power and control. The reasons wrapped in lies and fed to the people of that country. Religion? Everyone knows God does not love someone who has the blood of his brother upon his hands!
I see my brothers and sisters being shot at, and their bodies thrown aside. I see towns destroyed, I see children crying because they have been forced to face cruel world much to soon. I see people who society thinks of lesser, being spread out on a table like dinner of the rich.
When this problem is shown, people close their eyes and cover their ears and pretend to be dumb. Thinking that if they are not the ones doing the killing they are free from the consequences of murder! If you are passive of wrong doing, I have news for you. You still carry the blood of your brother upon your hands. So please, look down at your hands.