The thumb resembles the meaning of victory, satisfaction and mercy. In the Roman times, during a game of gladiators when the king’s thumb was pointed up, higher than its pinky, it meant to spare the lives. Today, everyday this thumb is pointing directly toward the cold dry soil where a lively village once existed. Bombs are flying everywhere blowing up our dreams and our self authorities. The index finger is used in a variety of ways, to pick a nose, to point at something, to make a V sign, but today, everyday this finger is used to pull the trigger of a gun. To stop the last pulse of the prey’s heart, to stop the blood rush and start the blood gush. Today, just this moment as I’m standing, as every breathe I take, there is somebody out there who is taking his last breath, their last stand; their last moment.
For decades, triggers have been pulled by citizens under the command of a leader. Regardless of the leader’s intentions, the followers held onto their leader’s sleeve, moving as the leaders moves their arms. As the leaders point in a direction, all the citizens move toward it. The followers are rooted with a vision in which the leader is embedded. Notorious leaders such as Kim Jung Il and Hitler resemble characters of evil and destruction. However all the residents in North Korea have a picture of Kim Jung Il up on their walls, obeying him for his work. There are thousands of civilians dying from hunger and human rights violation in North Korea and yet, there are millions of civilians who would give their life for their leader in North Korea. Regardless of the deed of evil or good, the followers support the leader’s vision.
Even though Saddam Hussein glued a horrific image in our heads, he had many supporters. Even though Adolph Hitler left us a horrific gift called WW2 under our trees, he had many supporters. The amount of power and support these figures held was probably enough to establish themselves as gods. However they decided to use it against the human kind, to do what they believed, discriminating against those who weren’t like them. The soldiers in Afghanistan today fight for their leaders in the Taliban. They have rules which might seem outrageous here yet seem normal there. The whole perspective differs by the different eyes the visions are seen with. When you have a control over something, when you are the power, you can make the followers believe anything.
Power is like a blanket which covers the ants of followers. The followers move as the blanket move, not actually knowing which way they are going, what actions they are causing. There are rebels who try to go the other way, but the tedious effort from one individual won’t matter for the massive sheet. We all live in our little blankets, we all live in our own little worlds. Not knowing where we’re going either, colliding, dodging, and sometimes finding somebody to hold on to. Like the famous saying, there is never a good war and bad peace. They are controlled by them, we are controlled by us. But the day the last man takes off his blanket, all he’ll see is the vast, empty nothing, because war does not determine who is right, it determines who is left.
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