I am shot, there is no blood. I am punched, I feel no pain. I am crushed, no bones are broken. I am cut, there is no cry.
What am I?
Most want me; few do not. I am shaken by the sound of a single shot. I am needed on earth but I have lost my way. I wish for death to stop every day. I go to bed and wish all night but even then there is still a fight. I cannot take this anymore. Can you please just call off the war? Think of all the sons, daughters, nephews and nieces. Do you know what I am?
I am a man without bones; my flesh is white. I am a man without blood; my flesh is cold. I am a man without life; my flesh is shrinking. I am the man you made and lost. What am I?
I hold up the sky; I hold many pounds. Just so you know, I can never fall on the *ground*. I am made of the world; without me you'll die. The ones who survive are the ones that can fly. What am I?
