Universal Fighters for a Home

Brothers and sisters in arms, have you found home? Have you ever stopped to think where that home may be? Is it easier to clench an ideal rather than live in reality? Where is the home that’s nothing more than peace and love? Where is the end of the struggle you’ve been living to keep alive?

What kind of home forces its people to grab arms and kill in its name? What kind of sick and demented home is it if it needs to see the blood of children? What kind of mutant of an idea circles in the heads of those who proclaim to do everything in the name of the home? Where is it written that a home can only be yours through massacre? Kill as many, maim as many, hate as many as you possibly can for I am the HOME and this land is your HOME and there can never be anything else but the HOME.

There are parades where the sounds of rifles shooting to aim at someone from the same home will drown out every other celebratory sounds. There is nothing glorious about having a home where the streets are decorated with corpses and amputated limbs swimming in a pool of blood. Why then, brothers and sisters in arms, do you STILL believe in the lie that your home wants you to fight? Why do you think yourselves to be righteous? Why can’t you see that the land you're fighting for is not home, just war? Why can’t you realise that home is never geography but people? Would you fight for people or just a piece of soulless soil? Is it easier to kill an innocent man who stands on that soil which you claim to be yours than forgive and invite him into your homes? You’re young and beautiful, why oh why do you let the ancient fuel hatred into your fragile minds?

Home can never be defined anything else but love. But I doubt that you kill for love and destroy for love. I doubt you know the meaning of patriot love. I doubt you can love. I doubt you know what it means to have a home where that home means love. I doubt you’d see it even if it bit you in the eyes. I doubt you’d let love in. I doubt you’d give up those arms for the sake of love. This is why my brothers and sisters is arms you will never have a home and you will never have a home that’s love.