Stop the war. Is it worth it. The innocent children’s. corpses are burnt to the ground. They are now dark ashes. Swept along with the currents of the wind. Never to be heard from again. Bullets and fire striking on their heart. We are at war with ourselves. Fighting our own demons


We got money for wars Yet we can’t feed a poverty infested nation. On the flip side on Iraq Bombs are dropping. Like rhythmic dance. Prancing to its own dangerous drum beat They are on the opposite sides of the world. They can both relate to poverty and struggle