• As I walk up and down the path stays dim. The light that made me feel that we were equal was put out like a low flame that lost its spark to the things that suround it. It is a sad sight to see the same kind killing each other like they were nothing. It is true that nothing is the same but killing things that are different from you like it is a crule joke is inhuman. Or is it jest like humans to kill to show power. But in the end the inocent are the ones that pay for the fights that thair leaders started.