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Apr 2017
Grown ups fight over what children do not understand. Soccer ***** cannot be played with because land mines are strewn across their fields. Those who are older think they know what is best. They yell and scream at each other then send the young to die for nothing. When the dust settles and the smoke clears and the land is torn apart, the motherless and fatherless are left in abundance. They roam the streets and play in garbage to pass the time of day. They huddle together to keep warm and safe. The older ones try to help the younger ones with little in the way of knowing how. They can only emulate what they have seen and that seem wrong somehow. So to break the cycle of depravity, we must all yell stop. The masses must simply sit down and say enough. When the grownups become idle and bring governments to their knees, only then will we begin to build more soccer fields and farms. Then perhaps there will be families instead of broken children left over from fighting that didn't solve anything.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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