In The Critic of My Cowardice

"Death is here
Death is busy
All around, within beneath
Above is death--and we are death"
Shelley

The poem above is perfectly describing the real condition of Palestinian people, especially in Gaza city after the invasion. Death is lingering everywhere there and vultures are having fiesta there. I dont know for sure about causalities there but one thing I know for sure, unaccountable. The world are facing World War III, human life is nothing but damn statistics. And you know what is the worst part ever from all this craziness, me, watching those slaughterings while crunching my diet snacks (combination of yogurt and things that you will throw up to but scientifically reduce your damn waist line.
You don have to assume why because I will boldly say it t you and the world, I am a selfish diet obsessed coward. i know that the invasion is totally wrong, injustice, brutal, etc. I knew that my heart told me to do something good. But my selfish conscious told me, "What The heck, it wasn't you who died anyway."
And I like you already knew or predicted, followed the later while shutting my ears and heart from the truth outside there, ignored the shrieking from my heart. I yelled to the world and myself, "What the heck!"
Because I know that I am just total nobody who has no power in this political scheme world. Moreover, I know that I am just a coward who just wants to live in safe line, living in the superficial world of illusion that I made by myself, while others fall in misery and injustice.