https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpYeekQkAdc
Hearing this famous song had never felt so relevant in this torrent era. Every lyric, every line and every verse accurately describes the traumatic scenes on the television, the bloodshed and lifeless corpses in the live video feeds. But instead of the CIA, The Bloods, The Crips and The KKK, it is ISIS / IS / ISIL known as Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant who is the main enemy. The target is peculiarly not in the USA yet, but in popular holiday destinations mostly in Europe like France, Turkey, Germany, and Russia, and in Oceania like Indonesia and Australia.
The world is like Modern Warfare or Black Ops games come to reality. People around me are living like they is no safe place to live. The horrific pictures of gun cartridges, streams of blood and abandoned human corpses keeps flooding my television screen and every news channel worldwide is addicted to reporting these breaking scenes. They are lured by events bringing mass destruction onto human society seeing this as opportunism for a competitive view count against rival news channels with no sympathy for the people experiencing pain as they report. Despite all the fighting and compassionate words from global politicians including Donald Trump, Vladimir Putin, Francois Hollande, Angela Merkel, Recep Erdogan and Malcolm Turnbull, terrorism continues to take innocent lives with the fear of more violent mass attacks on the radar.
To say IS have love for own religion is quite controversial because a majority of their members are Muslim that strongly believes in the Islamic way of living. This poses a scapegoat for other innocent and vulnerable Muslims who don’t share the commitment of mass killing and are desperately searching all means of escaping their war-torn homes in Syria, Iran and Iraq. People in neighbouring and foreign countries initially will reject their entry across their borders with the fear of possibly terrorist attacks in their neighbourhood. It’s understandable seeing from their perspective because of the anonymity and uncertainty of who specifically has evil intentions amongst a large migrant crowd of innocent refugees. They’re like HIV virus agents disguising themselves as part of the crowd by presenting antigens similar to the host’s to the immune system cells. Over a variable period of time, they hide amongst the mess of blood and immune cells keeping the human body at bay with no visual symptoms. Eventually, they are triggered to perform an all-out massacre of immune cells then healthy human cells until there is nothing left and the human body is left compromised.
Madness and hate are demonstrated by pessimistic residents who have fair means of protecting their own family without contemplating the safety of those who are escaping the beast that is chasing them. Though we are self-protecting of our own race, eventually our instinct of saving our own species from obliteration will allows us to sympathise and therefore welcome these hopeless ones with open arms. Some may argue that we are also letting in a virus that is destined to cause destruction in our own backyard but the greater good always overpowers the lone wolf. I wish all humans have the love to set the story straight, the control over their mind and missions, let their soul gravitate to the love.
People killing, people dying, adults and children are hurt and you hear them crying. You can feel the strain and trauma and despair they are experiencing at the moment and you have this powerful gut instinct to help them but there is simply nothing you can do to bring back what is lost. No matter how much we practice what we preach or the infinite times we turn our cheeks, evil ignores all prayers and cares about achieving its outcome. Calling Father to help us by sending guidance from above is not enough to stop evil spreading hate faster than cancer. Evil is already demonstrating that actions speak louder than words. No matter how powerful we are on the political pyramid, we are all vulnerable and have one life because we are all human and we often forget that.
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