Everyday I try to suppress the thoughts of a bitter future, and the facade of memories. Ever since the days of war began, my life has gone to hell. The memories of bombs, guns, and death, are what are in my future. They said it was for peace, that it would make the world better. Such a facade in his words, has long since fallen to deaf ears, yet he continues to spout these lies as if they're believed. Now half my family is gone because of those words, and soon, the rest shall follow, whether by my people's hand, or of that of a country that believes itself to be greater than ours. I pray daily for the peace of the long forgotten past, where people were not smart enough to fight each other for every little problem in the world they created.