The soldiers are gone. The genocide has stopped.
Thousands are injured and killed.
It was one of those massacres that some might forget with time.
Ah, time, it plays a a significant role here, doesn’t it?
In time it will be fine, in time there will be peace, time will heal our wounds, in time…
Thousands are injured and killed. Time had nothing to do with it. Time only stood as a guard there at your gates and welcomed each soldier in and then wished them “peace” on their way out.
Thousands are injured and killed. It was a massacre. Time here will have to remember, but it might not.
Now you call it a victory. Because even though thousands are injured and killed, it’s a victory. In every war there’s a victory and a defeat, and you chose to be the ones to have the victory. You thought you gained “some rights” and now you call it a triumph.
Is that what you dream of? Victory over freedom and peace? victory over existence and human rights?
Is it a victory to die in war and lose your home and family?