One day on this earth that we claim we all dearly love, men will play with bombs as do kids play with toys.
Rich men will no longer donate to the poor little ones
Instead they will use their money for cars and boats and other joys to only "one" mans heart
One day, it will not be against the law for a being to take the life of another
For there will be chaos much larger to be delt with
Men and woman will recognize the true meaning of life what it means to live in full and have no worries
Only on accident of course a man doesnt even dare to ask for directions my God look at the despair
One day young woman will go to war
All for the reason that men no longer care
A wife will look at her husband
but he gives her no look back in exchange
One day a poem will no longer be a poem
One will recognize the constructiveness in something so simple as words that one will ban it all away
...and one day I am sorry to say
that I myself will not be able to tell the tale of when there were no young girls in war, men and women shared real love, or even when men kept bombs away as do children out away their toys, for one day I will be gone to a never ending land of peacefullness...
