If you had the certainty that after sunset there is no next day, would you be a better person? Do not expect the world to collapse to improve, to be better human beings, the world that you have in front of your eyes is the one that you have to live . What would you do if it were your last day on earth? A question that many people ask, but few see beyond the question, the answer is easy, to live; Do the things you love and be with the people that make you happiest.

Having the opportunity to grow, develop in a trade or something you love, an art, for example, is something that many long for and do not see, those that are born wrapped up in wars and rubble, a world so unequal and unjust, innocents, voices that you do not hear that they are ignored by the echoes of the detonations.

Women and men of war

Voices tired of hearing so much crying, demand after demand flee inexhaustibly from this scenario, and are despised by the rest of humanity, as vermin, as scum, when they only want what many of us have, freedom. To be able to sleep without hearing the sound of the tanks, to be able to sleep with the certainty that after sunset there will be a new day.

The world is on the edge, a collapse demanded by those who have power, when the truth is that I am sure that a large percentage of those who inhabit this world called earth want peace, balance, harmony, quality of life, we want to see more sunsets, we want to see children playing on green fields, not on minefields, we want the soul to remain intact without malice, without harmful situations, how to stop the advance of social breakdown? a question that I ask myself every day, because I feel that we are not born with the need for war.

If it is true that man has always fought battles to obtain his greatest achievements, but to what account? Does the need for war really exist? I believe that if there were no malice, greed would not be condemned to see so much suffering. Many times I have come to condemn the earth as a yard of karma where you pay or harvest or what you have ever sown.

Children of war

The silent victims who play behind the rubble of the crises in their countries, lose their innocence in a couple of years, to become the men of war, play between worn bullets, remains of bombs; this makes war, breaking the soul of the innocent, should we be fortunate those who are born in different nations?, because that fate is for some and not for others. The world of inequalities, of wars, of those who love power at the expense of everything, of innocent souls who play and get lost in the sounds of gunfire, ammunition and heartbreaking scenarios.

Children who play war and then do it in reality, transform their games into real battles, the soccer ball is replaced by an ak47, the jersey of the team of their country quickly becomes a combat uniform, we all want to see the dusk but really in all are the desire to see a new dawn ?, to what extent war absorbs the souls of people ?.

Losing the games of your childhood is the least, see die relatives in the hands of war, wear worn fabrics, dusty to crawl through rubble, the game of hide and seek is no longer the same right ?. Where the light of day goes out many times the hope grows that there is not a tomorrow, because your dreams have gnawed at you so much that you do not want to see a sunrise illuminating your face, you want to go with the sunset and that's where the war is paid .

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