Before you read the poem below, I would just like you to know just how discouraged I feel, how hopeless and tired I am right now. There are days that I honestly do question whether there is a point. Whether we are fighting a losing battle, a battle that can never be won. There seems to be not one damned thing that we can do about it, not you, not I, not one of us. There are times that I do in fact wish that the bombs would fly so that I can look the stupid fuckers of this world and scream "SEE, I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN YOU STUPID BASTARDS!!!"
There are time like this moment right now that I wish that a bomb would hurry and land right in my lap. I am tired. I just want to go HOME.
Yet still I fight. Why?

Will today be the day?


I hear the war drums a beating, louder and louder they cry,
Will today be the day that it happens, the day the bombs
are to fly? Will today be the day that it happens, the day
that the world is to die?

The War Pigs they are a marching, insisting on staying the
course, telling us that war is peace, and peace must be taken
by force. Will today be the day that it happens, the day the
bombs are to fly? Will today be the day that it happens, the
day that the world is to die?

The people they are a sleeping, unwarily resting their heads,
not paying attention to the world around them, not realizing
that they may soon be dead. Will today be the day that it
happens, the day the bombs are to fly? Will today be the day
that it happens, the day that the world is to die?

A small few they are awakened, gnashing their teeth and tearing
their hair. They see the danger that is coming, they try to
awaken the unaware. Will today be the day that it happens,
the day the bombs are to fly? Will today be the day that it,
happens, the day that the world is to die?

Time forward it's a marching, oblivious to its course, it
will keep on moving forward, no matter whether we use
peace or we use force. Will today be the day that it happens,
the day the bombs are to fly? Will today be the day that it happens,
the day that the world is to die?

Our worst fears they are a coming true, yet to the many who are
still asleep, to them it will appear out of the blue. They will awaken
to the sounds of screaming, they will awaken to their chosen fate,
yes, they will finally awaken, but for them it will be to late.
Will today be the day that it happens, the day the bombs are to fly?
Will today be the day that it happens, the day that the world is to die?

You should be writing for Neil Young. This sounds like it belongs on his 'Living With War' album.

I remember my family talking during the second world war. It was thought possible America could be attacked at that time. Members of my family wanted the first bomb to land on their head so they would be out of the picture.

Human nature has made us what we are, whether that is good people or bad people. Time doesn't care. The only ones who care seem to be the good people, wondering why we can't all get along.

If anyone reads the Bible, written thousands of years ago, we are all in it. The good people and the bad people, we are all there. Technology has changed over the years, but people are still people. You would think progress would mean we become better people, but it has meant we can do more damage.

Aparently that is the way it is going to be until those bad people go too far...