The Cry of a Nation

My sisters! My brothers! Do you despise us this much? Do you really think we deserve all this? Well, if that's the case then, my brother, I suppose you think so highly of yourself To even spat those kinds of remarks, knowing that your brothers are suffering, starving, and in constant fear of death. I suppose you take delight of the tragic demise of the multitude. I suppose you are fond of the fact that many brave men had risked, had sacrificed their lives to save the wounded. I suppose you bask at the thought that we, the people of the same race, of the same nation had finally fallen. I suppose you think we are not brothers as well. Are we not? Are we not of the same land, of the same nation? OF...THE...SAME...RACE?!! Do we not share - the same blood and the same heart? Huh! How awfully austere of you to perceive us that way. Belittling into thinking that we are useless, unimportant, insignificant! But the truth is my brother, because of the law, of which you so adamantly protest, It had in fact, saved the lives of many and had prevented more casualties of war. So, Instead of the insulting remarks of indignity, Which will only dispirit even our small inch of hope, We, out of patriotism, WILL UNITE We, out of fear, WILL SEEK the Father's guidance And we, out of love, will continue TO FIGHT. 'Tis and it'll be THE CRY OF OUR NATION. GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY...