Whinging

I'm whinging about stuff - see previous posts. There are wars fought today and tomorrow, seemingly forever. At an individual level pointless suffering is inflicted for a theoretical or ideological gain - roughly translated as blood, bile, vomit and destruction.

I don't have the right to whinge. While men in suits say that they think they have the text just about right. And death happens in silence. Under the scream of jets and munitions. Right now.
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drawing by Mazen Kerbaj http://mazenkerblog.blogspot.com/