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February 01, 2003 ( Saturday, February 01, 2003 ) I wish that so many things hadn't gone the way that they had. I'm not talking about my own personal life, I'm talking about wordly issues. I woke up this morning, (much like most people) with the news of a space shuttle blowing up over Texas. I know that Texas and NASA are a whole country away, but you can't honestly say that this news doesn't effect you in any way. Again, I felt like I did on Sept.11. Alone,worried,paranoid. I'm so afraid at what some people in this world have the power to do. I know that terrorism wasn't suspected in this incident but you can't ignore all of the other news items. I'm so scared of waking up one morning and hearing about more disaster and senseless killing. The following is a poem that I wrote about a month ago. I hate waking up to the trumpets of war. Today one dead, a hundred, a thousand, and more. I can't sleep knowing that one man has the power To kill inoccent people with each passing hour. Do the books and the movies not illustrate a thing? There isn't a single payoff that bloodshed will bring. What happened to days when the public was together In rallying to end this irrational manslaughter forever There must be a way for this carnage to cease. This world needs so many things, predominantly peace |
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