We can make war

In front of us, at a dialogue table in Geneva with the United Nations, a boy, an activist, in Arabic, explains to the delegate why an official declaration of the UN it is essential to denounce deportations and forced recruitment of Syrians from the Lebanon to Syria.
Almost in tears he explains: if you don’t do it, without your complaint, the deportations will continue and will be accepted as something that can be done, lawful. And others, in other parts of the world, will do it.

A simple idea, fair and understandable. Expressed as a supplication, a prayer towards a god, the international community, which perhaps doesn’t exist.
The war of these days in northern Syria is the direct consequence of this way of thinking: accepting with only symbolic protests, with minimal personal involvement, that in a part of the world, Syria, we can expel half of the population, besiege and bombard civilians, for years, incarcerate and torture, support terrorist groups: all in the tepid silence of those who don’t care and don’t want to be touched by the pain of war.
And yet it is simple: the war, the violence are not lawful, they must be repudiated and immediately it is necessary to get involved and support those who concretely work for a present made of hard but wonderful struggle without weapons.
Perhaps the god of states doesn’t exist or doesn’t care about the life of civilians, but certainly within each of us there is the ability to build a peace that starts from the broken life of the victims of war, there is the ability to think and live already immediately a future that is different from revenge, from rapes, from violence against the weakest, from mass murder, from torture.
It seems to me that this future is formed by 3 dimensions:
By a deep desire to detach oneself from the mentality of power and ideological of the past: we have an infinite thirst for life, unpolluted by hatred and violence.
By a personal choice: I want to find a way, that is profoundly mine, for not being complicit and not contributing, with my passivity, to these wars.
By the dreams and tears of the poorest, by the life with them and not by old theories that never worked.
The alternative that our hearts, our souls and our minds seek is born and grows, with the indomitable strength with which a refugee seeks peace.