Tuesday, December 08, 2009,10:10 pm
A silent, melancholic walk through a memorium for the living dead. Though their souls perished long ago, their cries still lingered in the air, never truly at peace, never truly free from the sufferings they endured.
The stark realities of what occurred in those places stain the hospitable facade it gave on first impressions. A torture chamber masked within the pretext of labour and work, a death bed awaiting those who dared to dream, dared to be different, dared to carve out a proper life for themselves.
The pictures leave indelible scars. Like the buildings, they were masterfully crafted, works of art. On closer inspection, the watercolour reveals the horror and the inhumanities of so-called "humans". Once again, a horrendous and despicable truth juxtaposed within soothing, calming demeanours.
Every human life is sacred. This quote has been repeated oft enough for it to become routine. And for you, it is a joke. An irony. Because your life was used to vanquish others'. Senselessly, one might add. Cold-blooded murder does not establish respect, command or authority. It just reveals the heartless son of a bitch you are.
Will justice be done? Ever? With such a corrupt system? Legality issues are a fraud. A toddler could come up with a better case than your "best" lawyers. Perhaps you'll meet your comeuppance in the afterlife. Before that though, no one is holding their breath.
Rest in peace. To the ones who remained defiant till the very end, who soldiered on despite the many beatings inflicted on them, who never lost hope in or gave up on their principles and values. Who deserved so much more that what life offered them.
Today the buildings stand as a reminder of what was, the atrocities that not even Satan would dream of. Or maybe he would have. Regardless, it has its place in history, albeit a dark one, a significant notice to future generations of what should never be.
Will there be more dictators in the future? Perhaps. Maybe two centuries from now. Maybe when pigs fly with jet-propelled hooves. Maybe during the Fifth World War.
But that's for another generation to worry about. All that this generation has to worry about now is the 2012 doomsday predictions. Whose absurdity we'll all laugh about when we celebrate New Year's Day 2013
Ha ha. Ha. That was for you, you swine.
