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David

 

Daring to call society stranger is not an easy task no matter how often the issue comes up.

Everyone needs to feel safe in their lives, yet humans are great at causing ample trouble,

Fouling up peaceful moments with harsh words and actions without think of consequences

Growing closer with every heartbeat not full of respect for the common man who always

Hopes that there is a time where everyone can relax while enjoying the sweet, calm air.

Interesting at how the human race has remained despite corrupt politicians at the helm

Jerking happy times away to keep the joy all for themselves leaving many to waste away,

Kept from thinking the world isn’t in trouble from war and poverty with poor people

Longing for the chance to join the few places that seem to be shining the brightest with

More taking away the thin happiness in those places without giving it time to recover in

Nonexistent times of total peace where everyone’s desires are met with plenty to share.

Only in our minds does the beloved utopia remain and overpopulating ruins our reality,

Poisoning everywhere else when survival means holding onto what little remains right here

Quickly turning despair into hatred without any chances to be extinguished with everyone

Reaching for salvation that often can’t be given or produced from too many greedy hands

Struggling to keep their fingers, let alone any patience in trying to make the best through

Troubled times brought on by more people wanting to get ahead without wanting to work

Until fate smiles on their labors to provide a small miracle in the dark void called society.

Valiant efforts aren’t always enough because with one person receiving a needed blessing,

Woes spread among those who have being waiting for longer amongst the jumping crowds,

Expecting the next miracle to be right around the corner only for it to go to someone else.

Yesterday always seems better because it no longer has to enduring the shadowy future with

Zero clues on how to recover from today and putting the pieces of destiny together before

Arriving in the shadows that steal every bit of light meant to guide everyone to prosperity.

Be kind to those around you despite respect and happiness needing to be earned while

Carefully taking the next step without knowing if there will be a free place for our tired feet.

 

Tom

 

Taken to places far away wrought with conflict is no pleasant way to enter into adulthood.

Stories of bullets flying in every direction meant to remove everyone around you instantly

Rack the brains of anyone back home unable or unwilling to fight until they’re forced by a

Quelling of anticipation from having a series of numbers appearing to bring more to the

Petrifying front lines to prevent further evil from trusting the wrong people in another war.

Outside of the fighting were loved ones praying to get their brave warriors home alive and

Not missing any body parts to prevent them from having a chance at a normal life without

More fighting on the horizon and not enough new bodies to fill the boots with high officers

Laughing at seeing familiar faces coming back to do the jobs no one truly enjoys doing as

Killing for a cause is never an easy thing, prompting nightmares to take over the simplest of

Imaginations to turn a small dip in the road into a trench to possibly hide you from bombs or

Hedges shaped like dogs and cats into fierce beasts that lurked in the shadows or war in the

Great jungles waiting to find the weakest person and pick them off before the enemy could.

Find solace my brave warrior friend in that you are here today and I’m glad you’re very safe,

Enjoying the company of those who care about you and everything you endured to get here,

Delighting others with stories of times that most people can never understand or appreciate.

Calm you mind and soon your heart will restore its proud beat, marching like another soldier

Basking in the glory of serving their country not knowing the dangers they might soon sea

Across the world where the eyes of many are full of hatred and don’t want outsiders in their

Zone of misery being made worse from trespassers walking up and down the street, ignoring

Yells from the few decent that this isn’t a safe place and danger is eager to meet their acquaintance,

Expecting to ensnare anyone who thinks they are invincible and nothing can go wrong for them.

Walk in this land and cherish that it’s still here while many others are so close to falling apart and

Vexed because we have clung what we love for so long from wanting to brighten our days by

Understanding that fighting isn’t the answer despite the world being at war with its inhabitants.