21 guns...

i hate... politic.
heh, okey, i know it's wrong for me to say that. but i don't hate politic which is clean, which is done for the good of people, for peace, for strengthening Islam. i love that kind of politic. but then, are we living with that kind of politic nowadays?
i hate dirty politic, the one which is filled with empty promises, bribery, back-stabber. the one which is only chaotic when it's time for voting but quiet down suddenly when it's done. i hate those smiling people promising everything before the voting and end up coming back with nothing when it's finished... seriously... i'm still waiting for obama to call back the american troops from iraq, like he promised to do before he became president. and, yeah, still waiting.
still... waiting... still...
talking about american troops. do you think they like what they're doing there? do you think they like being called murderer, murderer of innocent people, murderer of women and children? do you think they admire their blood-stained hands? some cold-blooded, empty-hearted soldiers may not care, they're just doing what they're asked to do, but some, or i might say, most of them do care. most americans even expressed their dissatisfaction with the injustice done to those innocent people in various way. riots, public exclamation by actors and actresses at various awards, songs. which brings us to this. this particular song by greenday, 21 guns. greenday is famous for their trademark sarcastic lyrics towards war. just watch their wake me up before september ends's video clip. you'll get the idea. and here's the words from 21 guns...
Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins
One,
21 guns
Lay down your arms,
give up the fight
One,
21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
you and I
When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins
One,
21 guns
Lay down your arms,
give up the fight
One,
21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
you and I
Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins
One,
21 guns
Lay down your arms,
give up the fight
One,
21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
One,
21 guns
Lay down your arms,
give up the fight
One,
21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
you and I
brilliant words, eh? tug something in your heart, ey?
i've highlighted the phrases which emphasized only one thing: guilt.
that's what those soldiers with heart mostly feel. that's the dillema they've fallen into. divided between service to their country and their own consciousness. killing people. that's way too high a price to pay.
back to politic. people questioned me for not voting. for me, it's plain and simple. it is my right. it is also my right to choose who's the best leader for me. for the people. i'm young. i'm not that good in judging who's the best one. i'm still observing. kalau sendiri masih tak sure siapa yang betul-betul boleh memimpin, takkan senang-senang nak main pilih je? if he's not the right one, then macam mana? saja dapat dosa bersubahat.
nothing is worth fighting for if it's not worth dying for...
pejuang melayu dulu pernah menegakkan: berjuang la habis-habisan sehingga titisan darah yang terakhir. itu waktu nak memerdekakan negara. waktu nak membebaskan tanah air dari belenggu penjajah. that is one fight definitely worth dying for.
sekarang? i'm still observing. i'm still searching. i'm still trying. i'm still deciding.
if there's finally a fight worth dying for, count me in.