Good days, good music and lost dreams of Utopia

February 5, 2015

Dear Brothers and sisters

You are gone and I’m here. We fought side by side in war and in life. I left you to fight alone. You die on a faraway battlefield.

I have cried many tears for you my friend. So many brothers and sisters lost to war had left me standing alone. Now I sit alone by the field of snow. I pray your children are okay. I pray to God. Please stop war. Allow the children of my world to have shelter, enough food and war. A distance scary nightmare.

When will we learn? Every life is worthwhile. Time to lead with kindness, love and concern. Not hate, separation and fear of color and belief. This is one planet and one people. We must protect kind nature and ensure every child is safe. Old dreams not forgotten. Just blocks by greed and hateful leaders.

It will take a billion of us to demand life over murder. Peace over war. When we learn. Rate a person by his deeds. Not their color or belief. We can find a better road and place to rest.

Too many fields of honor. How many must die for the greed of war? Is utopia, just a word for us dreamers. Let’s pray and pray some more. Every child life had important.

Thank you for reading. Time to demand peace. Time to send water, food and medicine. Not guns and soldiers. Blockage of needed items to extend war, no guns and bombs given to support war. USA must lose it number one export.