WARNING: May contain opinions
When i was looking of the song of Hair, and listen it, i thought to the song of Bob Dylan : The times they are-a changing. We know that the time does not change, unfortunately, just wars move. Afghanistan, Iraq... but they are always the same who starve!
So, i start my story. Sometime ago, i was flying to Irland. We have to change our line-fly during the trip. In that place, we were waiting on the airport and there i saw many american (USA) soldiers. They were so young, so young. I was so surprise, so sad to see how they were young (like my son). I am somebody very impulsive, so i walk near a soldier, a beautiful young black man and ask him : where are you going? He told me : Irak. I told him : no no no, do'nt go there, you are young, do'nt go to the war. He just smile to me and says nothing. If i was not so shy and a little more silly, i think i could be able to take a chair and tell to all the soldiers (they were so many), do not go to the war! Let Mister Bush and his government going to fight, but not you,.. Of course, i did'nt make this