The Burning Desert Sand

The Desert

(( This is the story that's created when a sleep deprived teenager should be study but writes what she's thinking instead.))

There are men that say war is hell, and surely I can believe that... Yet, they must have never stepped foot in this god forsaken land. If they had, perhaps this would be their new hell.

The Desert.

It isn't uncommon to see the blood in this city. It's all around us. You're either apart of it, or your here to desperately flee from it and never return.

Born into it.

The people cry in desperate anguish, crying for change, crying to the heavens for peace. Yet, it does not come. Instead the people must stand idly by as the forces sworn to protect them turn their backs and and produce to willingly look away as they wash the blood of innocence from their hands.

Never to be free...

The world turns its back onto our land. Either blinded by hate and discrimination, or oblivious to our own existence after being feed a dose of twisted lies! Either way, they shall feel no remorse for our suffering.

We will die out here...

Hope is what we cling onto, no matter how bleak, it lives on. It is what a courages mother, or a righteous father, passes down to their children when all seems lost.
For Hope and Change are two sides of the same coin.

So today we all will stand together as a unified people. United and strong through this confrontation. We will show our oppressors that as people, we will not cower in fear of their shadow.

I shall fight with you my brothers and sisters... and we shall prevail!

Together in the burning desert sand....