when international relations give birth to powerFull negotiations that fall apart miserably at the seams …it leaves the bitter taste of foreboding on my tongue …the dampness associated with fear covers my palms… & my saddened soul cries …for the mothers&sisters that will surely die… …for the fathers&brothers that will most certainly die… but… “collateral damage” is an expected part of the game, right? well… …if it’s all the same to you i just want to feel for them i just want to feel for us ‘cause… the disintegration of mediation that now permeates our every waking television-watching-radio-listening moment… has infiltrated society to such an extent that …even the admittedly “less than political” individual is compelled to acknowledge the inevitable probability of war… & i know that this may sound cynical but… what is it good for? besides bloodshed, bad feelings & the unfortunate opportunity for me & my generation to have seen 2 wars in 1 lifetime… & maybe i would feel differently if america’s victory was 100 percent guaranteed like political strategist want me to believe… but everybody knows the race is not promised to the swift… but to the one who endureth… & sadam has been hanging on for over 20 years & has survived just as many assassination attempts… (you feel me?!) so when diplomacy fails at the hands of a man who is no more than a son… desperately struggling to make amends for his father’s 12 year old sins my troubled spirit aches my aching heart breaks …then shatters into a million tattered portions that can only be reassembled by that now illusive thing… (that i pray for passionately) …called peace. ©SunShyneOrygynals 2003, all rights reserved.