Loss of control

 I lost my purpose. My view of the world was smashed to pieces like so many afghan children. The bullets of democracy left the barrel of my gun taking with it my innocent ignorance and replacing it with cynical means and dead human beings. The best of intentions cant protect you from the screams of your dreams about the family murdered by M-16’s. Right and wrong blend together like muddy water at the base of a crater bomb. The thought of not thinking is unthinkable and non-alcoholic beverages are undrinkable.

I lost my purpose.


Do you see yourself?