Rawen's Musings

80 years ago, a large conflict has ended. A conflict larger than the “war to end all wars” (how did that work out for you, huh?). 80 years later, I'm sitting here, writing these lines ... bitter and full of rage. Why? Well, let me tell you a story.

At the beginning, there was a country; small but very strong. A fledgeling democracy, sparked from liberation from a monarchy which fell apart. This small but vivid “heart of Europe” was growing steadily. Next to it however, was a vastly larger neighbour; defeated, disarmed, belittled. Back then, relatively harmless. But this was not to be. As time went on, anger grew; anger and lust for revenge. This spite drove the big neighbour forward. The delusion of a “chosen nation” creating a monster.

A monster so hungry that it wanted more. So it pushed and pushed and pushed. And what did those who could rein the moster in and stop it do? Take a guess. They gave and gave and gave. They gave so much until the “final demand” ... A cut of the heart of Europe. But this heart wanted to fight. It wasn't about to give up. And what did its allies do? They sacrificed it. They threw it to the wolves for a vision of peace. But these wolves were not to be sated. And they started hunting for even more.

But to the heart it mattered not. The heart was already weakened. It was already crushed and abused. And it took more than half a decade to start mending it.

But was it mended? The answer lies in the event which is celebrated as victory. Victory over supremacy. Victory? You call this victory? You call sacrificing even more than before victory? You call dealing with a devil worse than the previous one victory?

Look around you and tell me how much of a victory this is. How was all the supremacy defeated. Oh wait, it wasn't. It wasn't defeated at all. Instead, it was temporarily sated while the “desirable” were hidden away so they could continue. What did it cost?

Well-being of around 200 million, maybe more. You sacrificed more than just heart this time around. You threw away half of your body just so you could “live comfortably”. You fed an insatiable monster and called it a necessity. What is that? Am I making you angry? Am I hurting your very soul? Well, I don't care this time around. I'm going to drive this knife even further and pour salt into the wound so it burns and makes you scream in agony. Because it's your fault we're in this hell right now. Your fault that all this has returned because you were deceived. And now that beast arrived to your home, raping whatever life you've been used to. And what do you do? You bend over let your throats to be cut and bled out while screaming “How could this happen? What do we do?” I’m afraid you don’t want to face the answer.

No, we were not liberated. We were sacrificed.

No, you didn't defeat evil. You swept it under the rug and secretly fed it so you could use it when the time is right.

Celebrating victory is spitting on the grave of those who were exterminated.

But your time is coming. The beast has been unleashed and will burn every single one of you. And there will be no appeasing it for it doesn't care your weakness.

R.R.A.