Bullet the blue sky

I am sick. The vile champions of hate produce another generation who know not peace, forgiveness, compromise. These are Israeli children in this photo, writing messages on bombs like murder and destruction are a happy part of childhood innocence, mere chalk on a sidewalk. They don't know it yet, but hatred already pollutes their blood and rage runs through their veins. They will never know Justice, only the eternal cycle of barbaric vengeance.

As bombs like these pour from the sky like blood from a never healing wound, as children like these are murdered, maimed, psychologically tortured for life, blame spreads like wildfire, and it doesn't care who it takes down in its path of destruction.

You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire.