This earth we all live in has too many troubles with vehement malice against these racist tyrants and klu Klux **** that plague our lands. I don't understand why they have this hate towards these women and men. Those are the scars we bare in history that makes us discontented with there lives. Is it why our countenance is shown through the human beings of this world. We should have equality amongst everyone without eloquent of class, colour and creed but this earth is riddled with constant greed. Because in love we cherish and in death we perish. This gratitude we have with our soldiers delight that keeps us away from the wars ghastly sights.

Even if people are visible to you. Some things still don't become clear in life. Because what we can't hear we can see. What we can't see we can hear and what makes us cry we fear. So why is death a curse of the living when youth is a blessing and old age is a gift. At least in life there's hope.

To be but a child to get away with being crazy and wild. Having police punishments given out to you that will only be mild. When there's old oceans, reservoirs, rivers and streams there will always be old human beings. To be but a child to never be silent but always be told to be quiet. Lingering in the dust when all trust is lost. While the birds sings as we try to live out our dreams. As everyone wishes we can stay as young human beings.

As the ice froze with discontent the sun rays shined through a solemn sky as we ask the big question why do the living have to die. With lies of the ****** shown through the eyes of the wicked. Hiding the truth behind there parliament whistles and flutes. How would they know the lives of a soldier when they have never been to war. Casting there votes in the hope of peace away from striped uniforms who make women and men from girls and boys. As there dreams turn to nightmares in a chaotic battle for good over evil. With all different faces fighting against their enemies in all different places. Through chaos and storms this is the normal life of the armed uniforms.

With haunted visions thàt torments my mind. As I hear so many lies that clouds my eyes. While I stay in this earthly realm death is like a nightmare. That surrounds us with the echoes of the past and the people who care. As you bare witness to the forbidden treasures that aches in my heart. With the laws of life guiding us past worldly sins away from wrongly sights. To keep up the political fight to do what's right.

In loving memory of those great war souls. Who chose no hidden goals who fought for no silver, jewels or gold with deadly stories to be told. To our young allies who risked there lives against those who blocked out the skies. In the dead of the night as it turned to daylight. May peace be with us in our hour of need to stem our enemies greed. While heads of states turn to brass it's tough to forget our past. With family names written on wooden benches. As battle worn trenches hide bones of the buried. So the living can stay alive watching there sons and daughters grow up to get married. So don't hurry your dreams in conquest or loss for our great world is full of hope. With no names on there graves. Just remember those brave lost souls.

Hauting dreams that turn to nightmares with cold sweats and shouts from your loved ones waking  you up in the night.  Trying to tell yourselves that it was right what you did and it will never be the only fight. In the search for peace you found war watching deathly sights trying to drown your sorrows with whiskey chasers and larger pints. Living memories that hounds your soul without pictures and medals on your wall to painful to see them at all. Badges and berets with stripes on your arms as these courageous men and women go to arms. Making us civilians who don't know the anguish of war free from harm there lies my great uncles charms.