Nu har jag beslutat att publicera en dikt jag skrivit på Facebook...Jag är så nervös!

Jag publicerar den här först så får vi se hur det går med FB! 

I feel so helpless in every way watching and reading every day. 1, 2, 3, 100 people have died, numbers on a chart just numbers for you and I. Murdered in the name of wars and democratic pollution; Hate. UN and the whole world are standing by with condemning with resolutions. And I like every article and every text, thumbs up for freedom and to never getting back with a bad ex. Pointless! For every life that is taken for every life that is lost my will grows stronger to do whatever it costs. Attack; in the name of every taken life, adults or children, for every tear that they cried. Attack; for every broken dream that can’t be saved; apologize and acknowledge that for every minute that we wait there’s another broken dream that can’t be saved, murdered by another bomb raid…. Liberate!

In all honesty I need you to believe, if I could find another way to feel I would instantly yield. Life should be precious whoever might own it but the truth is that compassion only shows when you show it. These murdering thugs with grenades and guns takes aim for the sacred and think that they won. The helpless unarmed are fair game in their mind, is it hate and not love that has proved to be blind?

Intervene and intertwine and restore faith … in mankind.

Nu postar jag denna så får vi se vad som händer. Det värsta hade väl varit om bara mamma gillar....fy fan då åker den ner igen! 

Nu slutar jag fega och gör det bara, det kan ju inte bli värre än såhär!