War

The tears that I cry are not for me.
They are for those who have and are giving their lives
all over the world, you fight for freedoms that most of us do not acknowledge, in fact we constantly take them for granted.
I know what it is to cry and know one hears you,
to be hungry and know one will feed you
to love and not be loved,
to hear and not be heard.
Why does humanity suffer with the casualties of the fallen,
the brave. There is more at risk that our own selfish prides, our own degree of sinful lusts
How many people have you protected today?
Or are you only protecting yourself.
Everyday there are senseless deaths, the tragedies of Africa, Iraq, and America.
Our individual freedoms are threatened, as your children sleep, wrap your arms around them, and pray that they will not be your last words,
There is a storm coming..
What will tomorrow's headlines be? How many bodies will be shipped back home to shatter families? How many children and people must die over senseless minerals that we are not powerful enough to own.
Shall you take your seat at the table of death or will you we take responsibility for our own actions.