What lies ahead, what lies beneath the surface of our tired feet?.. We walk, we run, we sometimes crawl. We fight, we surrender, we sometimes fall. How painfully close we distant from God.... Seeking truth, so still we stand ....like a lost child taking a strangers hand... So where do we start..probably where we have already been.. Im starting to believe that simply existing is a sin.. We can only stay strong for so long, untill "so long" expires us... Ivevitably we end up vulnerable and weak... Exposed, Inured to self inflicted pain and suffurage.. Our families,friends,lovers, and strangers are dying without reason and with lack of reasoning... They die with strange hands in their pockets.., hands that search but find only empty holes.. (dont you get it..the dead are poor , not because their lack of wealth. The dead are poor because they are without a soul) How pathetic a world it is when one cant even "afford" to live or breathe, or be well..or to survive simply to have a few more memories (good memories).. So I have to wonder, whats the point in living when there is a price on every head.. It seems like someone else is getting rich off you rather you are living or you are dead.. Well, fuck this all, its all wasted. Whos to say what we have missed, what we have messed up or put aside..what weve lost.. Whos to say what we have scattered about and left for our children., to scurry around and gather up.. Reminants of a world that once had ideas, that once had dreams.. We have succumb to an overwhelming amount of hate, and destruction.. So much of it that we vomit it, into the mouths of starving children, and our children choke on it as they scream for peace.. A cry for help that goes unheard that no one hears.... So what is left to be said to a deaf ear, except ... "Your people are dying, and your country is dead"
thank you ...i wanted to express something that perhaps can never be fully expressed ...that will never be fully expressed....it is a plea for change..but still it is only words ...namaste