There must be a reason,
for the way we feel,
they way they have to fight,
to make them selfs feel real,
they keep us from the lies,
from wot they keep from u and me,
but why r we going to war,
just to fight stupidty,
tell me how does it feel,
when they see the day,
if we could take the time,
for the things we wanna say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
do we need more diplomats?