how many times, i wonder — should we wake up to the news of hundreds innocent lives, gone too many names to be mentioned one by one.
how many more of thoughts and prayers, before they all call it quit and go home to hug their own children and have a meal, together, on a dining table? why — choose to **** when we can spread love instead?
but this is just my naivety speaking i know very well that this is gonna happen again and again until we couldn't see the soil without the blood, no more until we have hung all of our beloved ones' pictures up, trying so hard to remember their faces the devils are taking lives, as if it's sort of video games and we all know for sure that there's no winner in this one but death.