Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Freedom never cries

Please take with a pinch of salt. It is truth as what I see it to be. Obviously, I don't know enough, politcally and scientifically, to paint a full picture.

It's frightening how Power is such an important asset in this world. In the olden days, men would leave their families behind, go to battle and conquer the land. These days, power is determined, not by how big your troop is, but by how many nuclear weapons you have. Did you know that America and Russia holds the majority of the world's nuclear power and did you know that in the whole span of history, only 2 nuclear bombs have been dropped - both in Japan during World War II, killing at least 100,000 people immediately.

So you see, wars no longer need to be fought. You don't need a troop of soldiers to march down the state capital to conquer the land. (Which brings the question of why guys need to go through NS). All you need is Power, in the form of these weapons of mass destruction. You may not ever need to use them in this lifetime, but it's like a bank that assures you of a secure future. All it takes is one nuclear bomb to wipe out the whole of Singapore. Within minutes, it could vaporise us into mere dust, all of us. The only consolation we have is the fact that nuclear weapons can be disarmed.

So think twice, if you consider it a feat to survive SARS, bird flu, dengue fever, and the annoying haze. The worst is yet to come. Life is short and it gets shorter each day. I'm certainly re-thinking what I want to do with my life and how I want to make each day count. Perhaps you should too.


Freedom Never Cries - Five for Fighting

I took a flag to a pawn shop, for a broken guitar
I took a flag to a pawn shop, how much is that guitar?
I took a flag to a pawn shop, I got me that guitar
What's a flag in a pawn shop to me?

I saw a man on the TV, in a mask with a gun
A man on the TV, he had a ten-year old son
I saw a man on the TV, his son had a gun
He says that he's coming for me

I never loved the soldier, until there was a war
Or thought about tomorrow 'til my baby hit the floor
I only talk to God when somebody's about to die
I never cherished freedom, Freedom never cries.

I wrote a song for a dead man, to settle my soul
A song for a dead man, now I'll never grow old
I wrote a song for a dead man, now I'm out in the cold
What's a song to a dead man to me?

I never loved the soldier, until there was a war
Or thought about tomorrow 'til my baby hit the floor
I only talk to God when somebody's about to die
I never cherished freedom, Freedom never cries.

You can cry for her, die for her
Lay down your life for her
Kiss and wave goodbye to her
Anything at all
You can cry for her, die for her
Make up your mind to her
Anything at all...

There's a baby on the doorstep, wailing away
There's a baby on the doorstep, longing for the day
There's a baby on the doorstep, who'd give his life to take
A flag to a pawn shop,
A flag to a pawn shop,
May he forget why he is crying some day.

Posted by Jo at 9:18 PM