Yes! Yes! The hospital is the heart of it all—a monument to blood, sweat, and shattered humanity. You step inside, and it’s all there, every dirty, savage truth laid bare in the sterile fluorescence. War isn’t just trenches and valor; it’s torn flesh, broken minds, and the weary eyes of nurses who have seen too much. Every bed in that hospital is a testament, a gut-wrenching reminder of what we do to ourselves in the name of borders and banners.
To remember isn’t just to whisper platitudes on Remembrance Day; it’s to stare down the truth, to let it crawl under your skin and haunt you. It’s to see the future written in the scars of the past and shout, “Never again!” It’s to confront the idea that we are the architects of every drop of blood spilled, every lost limb, every empty gaze. Honoring the dead isn’t enough—remembrance demands we look into the heart of darkness and reckon with it.
Because if we don’t learn—if we don’t let the brutal, bitter truth sear into our collective conscience—then we’re doomed to repeat this hell.
Beautiful tribute! 💜
Thank you Wendy ❤️
This is a wonderful tribute for Remembrance Day, with some really thought-provoking and powerful lines. It's reminiscent of the great war poets... 😎
Beautiful.
Yes! Yes! The hospital is the heart of it all—a monument to blood, sweat, and shattered humanity. You step inside, and it’s all there, every dirty, savage truth laid bare in the sterile fluorescence. War isn’t just trenches and valor; it’s torn flesh, broken minds, and the weary eyes of nurses who have seen too much. Every bed in that hospital is a testament, a gut-wrenching reminder of what we do to ourselves in the name of borders and banners.
To remember isn’t just to whisper platitudes on Remembrance Day; it’s to stare down the truth, to let it crawl under your skin and haunt you. It’s to see the future written in the scars of the past and shout, “Never again!” It’s to confront the idea that we are the architects of every drop of blood spilled, every lost limb, every empty gaze. Honoring the dead isn’t enough—remembrance demands we look into the heart of darkness and reckon with it.
Because if we don’t learn—if we don’t let the brutal, bitter truth sear into our collective conscience—then we’re doomed to repeat this hell.
Thank you for sharing this and bringing Nguni attention to this day!
Beautiful, Carolyn.