There are four words that justify any loss, damage, anger, suffer, vengeane, blood, tears and bad decisions.
“We are at war.”
As if it is no longer relevant to complain about how children bleed and how they lost their shelters, when a drum has been striked to declare a war. As if it is inapproproate to grieve for one’s own son, when others are dying cause of their own fights.
“We are at war,” Mom said.
“Your parents are at war,” she underlined.
“..and you are questioning about how life is unfair?”