WHAT DOES IT TAKE

Richard Ettinger

What does it take 
to make one kill another 
A daughter or a son of a mother and a father? 

What does it mean 
That everybody seems to justify death? 
Something that was given, taken by theft 

How does it feel 
So unreal to witness 
Being passive—isn’t that part of the sickness? 

What does it take 
to make one kill another? 
Cruelty in every aspect unveiling the cover 

We are sick and gaia is getting sicker 
With every like on social media we are pulling a trigger 

We share what was captured in chaos 
We dare to do anonymously—unmasking we are afraid of 

What does it take 
to make one kill another? 
The freedom of mind, but politics let life smother 

The world is young, we are immature 
With all developments and achievements—we are still not there 

Where a young soul can flourish in peace 
And others are inspired to nourish with ease 

What does it take 
to make one kill another? 
By the hands of a cousin or a brother 

Are we just unable to accept that beheading and bombing 
Belongs to us and maybe that’s how we are bonding? 

How do we grow from what is left of the ashes? 
The fire we found and used for the masses 

What does it take 
to make one kill another? 
Across the border, they could have been lovers 

Honestly our history is a history of violence 
My or his belief I’ve no more than a sigh to spend 

I want to contribute, throw my immobility into action 
To mobilize against the conflict 
I want to save lives, but don’t know how to stop it 

What does it take 
to make one kill another? 
How to smother the pain deep down in the gutter 

People always find a reason, a time to avenge 
Principles exist but we decide they are bent 

I wanna pledge my solidarity so bad 
I want to take sides—it is wrong but it seems so right 
because I know that with every word that I write 
my grandparents and great grandparents hold my hand and lead my pen 
It feels like their heritage was cremated inside of me 
And that’s exactly what I live on 

But I have to acknowledge that my empathy becomes an embassy 
My pain is yours and if we keep going it will last endlessly 

That‘s why I keep asking 
What does it take 
to make one kill another? 
Who’s gonna hear this, why do I bother.