Boom! Bogsh! Blag! is the only dominant sound that remains.
The eerie silence of terror replaced the cacophony of screams and cries of people whose only desire is to live. It was horrendous, like a live action war game except it is a war and it is not a game—at least not for the people whose lives are at stake. The nightmare whose supposed purpose was to scare people took lives instead, in hot and cold blood, below the raging sun and under the silence of the moonlight. They did not pick, did not spare—they bombed, they massacred, they extinguished a community of people they deemed unworthy to even be treated as one.
On the corner of a collapsing building, a child whose innocent eyes should only look for flowers and butterflies was forced to see the rubles and blood, and bombs, and missiles, and guns. Beside him were torn comics of the blue suited stranger who vowed to protect humanity. The stranger whose intelligence and strength was dedicated only for righteousness, for freedom, justice and peace. It was bittersweet, yet, she closed her eyes, imagining a world where brutality is taboo, where everyone respected everyone, where no nation is above the other, where politics is a form of governance not a power play, and her heart felt at peace, not for her situation, but for the situation of the world where the blue suited stranger lived. A far away paradise that existed in his desperation for tranquility.
The Collapse of Humanity.
News outlets from all over the world already informed everyone of the devastating news—liberty is almost dead, and we are the ones who killed it. Many countries around the globe have been drowned in crisis and people are too busy dancing to some pop-songs instead of paying attention to the oppressive nature of politics all around them.
There are actual wars happening: The conflict and drought drive destabilization in Somalia, The escalating conflict in Mali, The gang violence in Haiti, The sieges and massacres in Burkina Faso, The Israel-Hezbollah conflict in Lebanon, The violence in South Sudan,The surprise attacks in Syria, The conflict in Myanmar, and The humanitarian catastrophe in Gaza, Palestine. All of these crises are linked to only one root—human greed. The absurdity of thinking they own something they don’t. People pass away every single day for various reasons, and surely natural death is at the end of the list for their cause.
But why is it that people are still so ignorant about this? About people whose lives are as important as the others? Why do people still ignore the red flags of governments? Why do people still find ways to justify—to dismiss this call for action protests of bloodied people crying for help?
It is hopeless. People are too far gone to even distinguish what is right and what is horrible. The world is already in a stage where people just watch as humanity collapses and still think about themselves. A world where people think it is okay to take lives of another for the sake of the other.
That wretched place was brought by people who think it is okay to take life as long as it is for the “good cause,” an irony people accepted as a result of leaders preaching for the bright result of power, of voices that whispered it is okay to let them suffer as long as you are contented, of echoes of claims in a land that was never theirs to begin with.
“Superheroes were born in the minds of people desperate to be rescued” they said. There is no better time for the children to pray for a hero than right now, when people ignore their plea of justice and humanity. The only thread that keeps them together is the thought of someone—anyone giving them hope in this hopelessness state they are in.
The story of superman was published during the great depression to give hope to people especially to children. He was the hero the world needed as World War II began in Europe. He is also the urgent necessity the people desperately need. A person who will be brave enough to stand for them, to fight for them, to make it all stop.
In a world full of crushed dreams and dead hope—a single child remains staring at the blue above, anticipating a cape, expecting a symbol to make the pain go away and defeat the bad guys. On that ruined building filled with remnants of blood a child sat staring at the sky waiting for refuge, for a saviour—for superman.
