PCJunkie's blog: "My Writing Pad"

As I walk my path with my head up high, Being blinded by smoke and bright lights. Craving a deep feeling for justice and revenge, Doing that which I have learned to do now. Everyone counting on me for victory points, Finding what it takes to put one foot forward. Giving all I got with effort and prayer for others, Hanging in a balance between strength and fear. I wonder when this will end and we can all leave, Just once I wish we could stop the fighting now. Killing another soul leaves me in an empty shell. Like a life like chess game we take our orders, Moving where we're told and watching our steps. Not able to hear myself think over a childs cry, One by one i fire shots in the night covered city. Puzzled if our leaders still think about our constitution. Questions rise and hatred follows through the ranks, Reaching out seems far fetched and hopes look grim. Seeing today's world would make one wonder now, Trust and hope in those that lead seem to weaken. Understanding our rights and hope creates dreams, Voting for one or the other, like picking your poison. When does our leaders run us like game pieces onward, X marks the spot soon and then the games will be over.