The good lie

-There is bread in my oven, milk in my fridge, bananas on the counter top-
-There is dust around me, hunger in my stomach, my mother is lying dead -
-I went to school this morning, learned a little , played a little, wispered a lot-
-I walked 26 miles today, looking for help, but I just were able to share my urine-
-My mom took me to the park, I played soccer with my friend, we even shared a cake.
-I had to hide in the bushes, my brother was taken from me, had to run from soldiers gunfire.
-I had dinner with my parents, we prayed together and read before bed time, my mom kissed my forehead so many times.
-I have walked 500 miles, we finally joined the refugees camp, someone fed us with rice, I could sat and mourn my beloved parents, killed just for hate. I will stay here , may be for years, until my name is in a lottery list, but the program for refugees has stopped. There is no future here, as we are growing with no direction. Helpers are feeding our stomachs...please help us find a cure for hate. I miss my Africa, I miss my cows, I can't go back to my hometown, as everything has turn into dust. Please help this world live in peace... spread the word