R.M. Dolin August 28, 2021
I weep for my nation as it stumbles, losing slivers of its soul in unfamiliar sand while politicians prize personal power over protecting people.
I weep for a country cascading in chaos, you fear the brutality of your enemy even though who your enemy is grows more uncertain every day.
I weep for children who sleep alone, not knowing their parents, as I weep for parents who will never again know their children.
I weep for armies sworn to protect, whose leaders are socially promoted to obscene levels of incompetence leaving soldiers isolated and vulnerable.
I weep for a world growing desperately dark, where the hopefulness of humanity steamrolls toward a catastrophic cliff. A world that can end hunger yet won’t. A world that would stop violence, if it were only expedient. A world that could alleviate suffering, but has become indifferent.
I weep for my world.
Written while watching reels about the disastrous US withdraw from Afghanistan.
