War

I am a dreamer, it is undeniable. Hope for peace, but there is no Way I can reasonably explain The crime, the torture. Humans Making the rivers run red after Seeing their mirror images in Poisoned water. Hate and lies Finely spread. Sliced, shred Bodies beaten to pulp. War Machines crushing their skulls. I have not seen hell. Not a mile In their shoes. Not a bone shook By a missile that hit even close To home. To lose that. And to Lose more, to fear the fear of Losing. To not feel the fear of Losing anymore. To have nothing To lose anymore. Not having Choices to make. The brink Of existence. Hell coming home To take what is yours. Last look In the mirror, then tie up the shoes. No comprehension. Just the loudest silence imaginable. Screams tear through the world. And all is so cold. Unmaking a life like yours. Telling others to do it. Convincing yourself you are right. Having the right to send a bullet through Their head. Walking the corpse filled Streets in celebration of tearing out All the pages in a library of stories And flooding the place with blood. War will not be forgotten. Hate chokes out the air in their throats. Freedom built from the bottom Of the hearts of the ones who fought. Humanity bore too much responsibility. To see one another face to face again Means to be able to look at ourselves And to understand that we are dumb.