Come AND SEE

I wrote this the other day, thinking about the Russian movie, 'Come and See'.

His voice pierced through the parched land like a thousand needles puncturing bones
They were no longer children
They were no longer explorers
They were simply disciples from a death-in-life existence.
An unknown soldier’s dying demand from his own private trench signaled their fuel
“Do justice children. And you will be more than man in this unearthly hell.”
Soon commandants were born and holes were dug.
Mothers went insane and fathers disintegrated in graves
Their time for revenge was now
Their lack of resources, no matter
Their small and fragile bodies were agile and robust enough on their own
They were through with it all
Their reticence no more
Their fear, a nonexistent suppressor of their own mission
Their commitment was now to fight.
To stand up against the oppressor by all means necessary.
The heavy hearts of many knew that bones would be dislocated, muscles would lose their purpose and eyes would be reduced to one or two daggering stones set deep into inflamed minds, and Yet
People would be buried, the smart, the old, the young and the elite, not a single soul would be granted g-d’s mercy.
This was just a ceremonious hell in a g-d forsaken world; that tore up the minds and souls, a disintegration of life.
And so it is, on that solemn pressing day, when the sun savagely beamed above their heads, when they reached the path of winding roads,
They jumped.