On a beautiful warm sunny day so clear was the air I breathe. There was no lord of trickery standing near his horse. while staring at his enemy as a lonely corpse. When peace is the best and war is the worst. What's left when there's no remorse. When you can't be deaf to there commands. Because only in death can death ears not listen. We must never discriminate against colour or creed. So please lord let every good souls be free. Then it would be so good to see.  Even when there's collapse and demise still people shut there eyes. So may the tides turn as you journey through goverment lies while so many families see there loved ones for the last time. Remembering just the fun and kind times with that special someone.