It takes bailing wire to shut off my eyes.

the World they see is blue confusing like the changing clouds in the sky, but diverse as the ocean much to my chagrin i open them only to see a middle adged man with scar addled skin wince at a celebration of freedom. I see a hear a little blonde haired boy ask, What makes the rain? he looks up with innocent eyes, i say Gods sad, truely saddened enough to throw his tears to the ground he created. some salvo of peace. I hear a far off baby crying, a widow doing the same and a general shouting orders. I see blues, reds, and greens of graffitti made by a teen fed up with opression. its called vandalism i see a hand raised in righteous anger. a mother smiling, and a nation who puts up with each other enough to be tolerant of minorities. On a screen hazed by tears

lett alone too bloody too see stories of death scroll on matinee as if were proud of it. who are we? no really, ask yourself. if our on true reason for living is to actually live.. why do we kill each other off?