I have been binge watching Vikings on Netflix.  Pretty violent and bloody but a good story and very interesting.

As I was trying to go to sleep last night I had something going through my head and I got up and wrote it down.  Here it is...

I fought in the war until remorse took over my soul.

So I refused to be a part of he slaughter of men as remorseful as myself.

I became a traitor to my friends, family and peers.

What was I to do?  I traveled the world and met people who were just like me.

We had different colored skin and different eyes.  Some were black, some brown, some an unnamable color.

But we were all the same.

We were trying to see the good all around us and trying to not see the bad.

For the bad is a disease and it spreads so rapidly.

I laughed with my brothers and sisters, and we danced and we sang.

For music is the fastest way to soothe the remorseful soul.

Peace be with you.