My friend Malia wrote this plea a couple of days ago. She is much younger than I am and her voice is strong. One of the many young  people so personally affected by this senseless war in Iraq. She has great passion for the reasonable end to this senseless war that has taken the lives and health of so many of her peers. Although she and I have never met face to face I consider her my little sister.

Listen to the voices of our young people and demand an end to this madness. All of our voices together can make a difference.

Thank You Malia.

CRY FOR HELP

By Malia Moriarty

A reason for glory
A reason for fame
It takes us by surprise
The rules of this game.

Cities are burning
Destruction, despair,
“We will take them down,” they say,
Without a single care.

The sun rises,
Over the cities of doubt,
All hope is lost
Of ever getting out.

The Post-Traumatic substances,
Wash away the pain,
Of the generation before,
Forced to remember it again.

The strength for defeat,
Has crashed; burned.
The feeling of relief
Is a tough lesson learned,
For it hasn’t come for them yet,
It hasn’t had a chance,
As they play around in these deserts,
The performance of deadly dance.

We await a savior,
We await a saint,
Pull these men out
Of this deadly fate.

A letter hits home,
Of his last day,
Before the games of Satan
Washed him away.

Cries are heard nationwide,
When the car arrives,
A mother’s worst nightmare
Her baby’s demise.

Fear has struck millions,
It hits you, it hits I…
It’s something you don’t see,
On the outside.

Little do they know,
The Great Flood has arrived.
Nights spent awake,
With the tears we cry.

Someone save us from this fear,
Save us there, save us here,
Save the ones that we hold dear.
Take this pain, take this fear…

Stumble it!