When I Speak

Why do we kill our brothers in sisters?
If you were a soldier, and you shot a man or woman, who could have been your friend, best friend, or sibling.
Would you have the strength to look into their eyes, knowing you ended thier life?
Taking their life away from the Earth.
All because the goverment is too busy pointing fingers, when no one has the strength to stand up to take the blame, when there are innocent people in Iraq being killed against thier will?
Instead of forgiveness, peace and happieness.
We have hatred in our hearts, violence, choas and sadness.
When I speak my voice, when I speak my heart, I don't want to hear about political correctness.
I don't want an explanation of why this pandomonium is disdainfully occurring.
I want you to hear me, and hear the pain of the fallen in Iraq in my voice, and in my eyes.
If you aren't going to stand up in take the blame, then I will.
Don't take them, take me.