There are suicide bombs in downtown Kabul. Shootings and stabbings in Jerusalem. Twin bombings and 97 dead at a peace rally in Ankara. Suicide bombings in Chad and Cameroon.
So much for the Arab spring. The green shoots of hope have turned into the flames of torment and destruction. Innocents on all sides die as the men of violence drive the dialogue. But what is the dialogue?
What are the aims, the goals, the dreams? Are we just seeing a random outpouring of violence by dissatisfied young Muslim men seeking adventure or is there a guiding hand behind all of this?
From where I am sitting the whole thing just seems pointless.
When The Assault Was Intended To The City; by John Milton
Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,
If ever deed of honour did thee please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms,
He can requite thee, for he knows the charms
That call Fame on such gentle acts as these,
And he can spread thy Name o’er Lands and Seas,
What ever clime the Suns bright circle warms.
Lift not thy spear against the Muses Bower,
The great Emathian Conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when Temple and Tower
Went to the ground: And the repeated air
Of sad Electra’s Poet had the power
To save the Athenian Walls from ruin bare.