Death Flood

 It is strange we came to live to die, or there might be another reason behind our existence. If our coming is to make food, then we must say that we have not succeed, for there is millions hungry having no enough food to stay alive.

 No some might possibly say; the cause of our permanent being here is love, to love or be loved, to learn love or to teach love. If it’s true, how many people did you tell I love you, whom did you tell; people of your class, rich tell rich, poor tell poor, does not work in the opposite way.

Why did you tell I love you; for, they were; beautiful, sexy, and kind or to spent some time with.

Why we cannot love in the same way. Why we cannot love as human, why we must label everything. Why we can love Somalian child? 

 We arm them; teach them how to kill rather than helping them. I don’t see anyone out of this flood frame.  

 It’s all about death. Some kill some get killed. Killers are free and victim numbers are incredibly getting higher, out today’s safe shore might be tomorrow’s overflow affected zone, and then we are not safe anymore.                       

                         try to see world as it’s. Pictures reach into your door are not all the truth. Things are bigger than words, can’t be described. Seek and fight for the truth.

There is a river of death out there, getting closer to each of us, stop it. Help people, love people and survive them, we need each other. It’s about me today, but surly it will be about you tomorrow. In the flood our blood is mixed, can’t be separated, in floods some dead bodies won’t be found, lets imagine bodies of yesterday are lost, but let’s find today’s and tomorrow’s bodies.                                                                                                          Best Bahman