Sorrow: For tomorrows future.

Sometimes i have to stop and think about the things i worry about on a frequent basis and compare them to the worries of our everyday heros.

The ones who are like you and me.

The ones who should be in college or starting a family.

The ones who have given there lives to fight for this country.

In a war that has gone on years too long, taken lives too many and destroyed the hopes that one day we will ever live in peace.

Its easy to forget about something that isn't happening in front of your face, that doesn't have a direct impact on your life.

But it does. It has an impact that i don't think this generation has seen the start of yet.

People as young as 19 are dying in a war that seems pointless.

A war that was started over greed, oil and money.

It only really comes to my attention how bad this war really is, when i see the veterans who have fought in this war.

Young people have either died in the war, comitted suicide from the war or are suffering emotional distress from the war, other wise known as PTSD.

Post traumatic stress disorder.

We are killing todays youth for a better tomorrow. But will we have a better tomorrow?

Almost half of todays youth is fighting in the war or has fought in the war. With over 4000 deaths and counting. When will they stop?

Young people are now struggling in everyday society, having to be medicated and counselled. All because of the things they saw, the things they did.

Not only are we losing our youth to this war, but were losing our dignity.

The government thus far hasn't exactly put in an effort to stop the war. Just like they haven't put forth an effort in helping these veterans who have given there lives in order to fight for this country, whatever that is.

No, they're thrown away like yesterdays rubbish. Expected to cope with their trauma on there own. Either that or get medicated and man up.

What they really need is an outreach, something they can depend on when they are feeling lost, scared. depressed. Anything.

We have to be there for these young soldiers, just like they were there for us.

Instead too many times it ends at the end of a bottle, or the ash of a pipe.

It makes me sad the way this world is run. Everyday wanting more and more, without giving any thought to the long term effects our actions have on our future.

Makes me mad.

Makes me ashamed.

Makes me sad.

I only hope that Raishawn grows up in a world without war, without racism and so many of the things we tend to waste our time on these days.