When you look into the world ; What do you see?
Is there the music of the wind whispering through the dead Autumn leaves,
above a clear deep lapis lazuli sky, full of black birds darting confused here and there. At my blasted home,there is only bleached phosphorous desert light bleeding in through the many shattered roofs and walls.
Broken bricks from the explosions and bombs litter the floor darker circular bullet marks, pattern what is left of the walls.
I stand by my bed of nightmares,looking at voids in destroyed buildings as far as I can see.
My home is now a wasteland and everything certain has gone.
In the silence of the pause, I stand as a statue, with my arms around my shoulders, staring at the destruction; My promise to myself and all others is not to follow other peoples causes that always serve a terrible portion of blind death.