Scream

“Let us stay in the past” the ghosts of the wars scream, don’t let our sons and daughters fight with no home runs.
Don’t appease the leaders of your country, they scream. Shout from the heaven the millions of us who died for this disease.
Patriotism is the sickness that killed me, the oceans of blue covered in red streaks. The lands smelled of death, love no where to be seen.
Agitation from the weak who can’t help their country.
Politicians bickering and debating wars and issues, disgustingly immature on your screen, beckoning screams from those who have seen such things.
Weary are the parents in the countries in havoc, homes destroyed and killed, too much to stomach.
Soldiers of the past watching on with complete despair for what has gone wrong.
“We fought for peace and now there’s war, propaganda everywhere ”  times like these arise questions, why does greed possess us all and accusations.
For no one in heaven wants such things, greed, money or wars to be seen. Conquering Kings and Generals still watch and await another battle to be fought. History remembers the grounds and the members who thought…
Where is the compassion for those in war, forgotten within the lapses of social media and sorts.
Don’t forget those who came before you, don’t let the present and future ignore you.
Listen to the screams of people from the past, don’t mess up and repeat the history that will destroy many fast.