writetn after reading Wildfire Jo's Blog for three days

Torture

I'm just distracted by the
glint of light refracted
through your smile
your smile is brighter
than the first ray of sun
cutting through the night

I want to shout I want to sing
I want to jump up and hug you but what for

We go to war

And while the bombs are falling
listen to the children calling
and you're feeling small inside
got no place to hide
almost got no name
got no pride got no shame
got no deity to blame

down on your knees
with your heart disease
bringing you to the front
you're just a little blunt
instrument of torture
who's gonna teach your daughter
where to go for water
'cause she's dry from cryin

She sent a message saying
there is hope you're praying
to your God of light and love
reaching out to everyone
bringing Heaven from above

I want to laugh I want to cry
I want to try and tell you why, but what for

We Got To War