Life is too Short By The Lazyswede

I sat on the quiet banks of the river watching the early morning mist twist and swirl while the water meandered slowly into the distance, listening to the far off sounds of the city as the people made their way to work. Car horns blowing and the sound of voices carrying on the gentle breeze. Yet although so close, I could have been on the far side of the world.

A siren sounds upstream and through the breaking mist I see the dark shape of the bridge appear, and flashing lights plainly on either side but the bridge was empty apart from a small group of people in the centre. From time to time the mist obscured my vision, but cleared eventually. The sound of a bullhorn could be heard telling someone to give themselves up.

A gun shot and screams and people running for cover. The police cars were driven out of sight and a military vehicle appeared with guns pointing at the people in the centre of the bridge. And still the bullhorn could be heard asking them to give themselves up but no reply was heard.

The morning was shattered with the flash of light that almost blinded me and then the explosion and the force of the blast hit me. As I lifted my head the bridge was lying in the water and there were screams and shouts and a feeling of wanton chaos.

As the rest of the smoke cleared the water in front of me gradually changed colour from it's muddy brown to a swirling of dark red. Then a body appeared. The shock and amazement made me topple forward and I lost my footing and almost ended up in the river as well.

Then I awoke and sat up in my bed, the radio blaring out loud. The radio presenter was describing the scenes at a hostage taking, the police had simply shown their hand and the terrorists had blown themselves into martyrdom along with a few unlucky poor bastards who simply were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

When the blood flows, it's all the same colour, when we die we all die because we cannot live forever but why die for religion and in the name of GOD. No matter what you wish to call him, he is not worth dying for because life is too short.

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