It’s difficult to communicate, impossible to understand. Everything is ever so slightly lost in translation. Intent is inverted and actions blamed on the “other”. It’s not about us, you or me, it’s about them. We’re not the benefactors of war. The hidden ugly blind and greedy that fill their egos and pockets own that role, waiting to see what happens if another atrocity is casually drawn across the internet. Nothing most likely. Nothing for those screaming innocents, the maligned millions who don’t crouch in the shadows, who choose to walk open and innocent. Targets. Collateral rocks in a school yard fight to be thrown and forgotten by those ugly men who should know better.