The People Behind
by Raised Fist· from Dedication
This ripped apart large sections of my social life. Disabled from a bitter conflict with a surgical knife. If there was a possibility I would give away my wings. Give my wings to you so you could fly away from the bombings.
Dead bodies on the ground and a whispering sound. Another victim down it’s the daily round. Another explosion, panic and motion. Smoke from a rooftop this will never stop.
I have no desire to end up in the crossfire. But is there anything I can do for you? To remove the barbed wire and to send out more flyers doesn’t really change what this is developing to.
Your advice could be to demilitarise. But it’s not the weapons that kills it’s the people behind. When no logic applies and no one tries, and no one is willing to compromise. I have no desire to end up in the crossfire. Is there anything I can do for you?