The Green Life

The Funeral March
Beethoven

(Off my blog song and play this instead)


Many people complained that life is like hell. What s living hell?

Hell is when u see yr city bein' burnt down. Families scattered, smell of charred bodies. Unbearable screaming and pleading from every corner of the town. U ve got no where else to go, no one else to hang on to.

U re so busy running and hiding, previously from air raids and now from ground troops. They came to destroy, kill and burn. U have no time to think of yr love ones as u are focusing on how to run, where to run.

The image of how yr mum tried to protect yr little brother still lingers in yr mind. Nothin' on earth could separate the love of a mum from her child but u know love is so fragile in the face of fire. U ran becoz yr dad told u to. U looked back and u saw yr mum lying motionless on the floor. A demon with a sword held yr little brother with his bayonet sticking in him. His is crying but the demon is smiling while blood drips onto his face. The next moment, u heard a bang. Nt a big impact, just a soft bang. U saw yr dad collasping near a wall where he hit his head onto.

U ran, no tears, just fears. The fear took hold of yr emotion. U cant feel sad nor angry.. u re totally taken control by yr instincts. U ran and couldn stop cause no where is safe. Every corner lurks a demon, a persistant demon.

And finally u gave up. U hid yrself in one of the holes. U re not sure where u are. Just a hole that u wish could conceal u. For days u kept mum. No words. And the death of yr love ones played through with dawn and sunrise.

U decided nt to hide anymore, u walked out to the streets. Buildings are on fire, smoke coming everywhere. The demons arent there anymore. No more screaming, no more pleading, no more bombings nor gunshots. There s only the silence of the dead. The only time u saw this many dead is when u destroyed an entire ants' colony in the past. And now, those werent ants. Those were people like u. Laid there motionless like dead leaves on the ground.

The streets are not dyed red to yr surprise. Its not red at all its just black. Charred heads and bodies, dried blood on the ground. And u realised yr steps became heavier. Not because yr re tired but becoz u feel sticky. yr feet stick to the ground as the blood on the ground starts to dry up.

U needa drink, u walk to the nearest river. U can see where s the bank.. u only saw bodies on the sides.. they stacked on each other like sardines. but still, u need a drink.. U crawl towards the body, crawled on top of them. Struggle yr way to the nearest point of water source. U cant see if its water or ink. U can see thru the water anymore. U drank, u puked and u cried.

U strolled yr way down the streets once again, u heard voices. U realised its a radio broadcast from a half working radio from a nearby dried goods store. And u stopped to listen..

"To the people of China, Shanghai was breached in 2 hrs of the attack. And now Nanking is losing its ground. Hereby, I delicate this song to the people of China.
the Funeral March by Beethoven."

U listened and said,"i do not need a funeral when I am oredi in hell."

During the Japan's invasion, the soldiers went crazy. Journey too long, killings too many. They kill, they rob, they rape and they laugh.

This is living hell. Guess we need to take a deep breathe and ask ourselves, are we living in hell or heaven now. Jia you ba everyone.

Stevi
The Ultimate Arse