cauldron of morning

(Raqqa today, via)

A writer's life.

Our enemy become ourselves,
& who is there to shoot at now?
It starkly falls through Reason's sieves,
our enemy become ourselves.
Not toy, not noise, not candy saves...
Another one portends, we know:
our enemy become ourselves.
And who is there to shoot at, now?

"The irony of it all is that the Western world wanted to capture paradise so badly, they destroyed it in the process."