Fire

So, here I am sitting on my ass once again. Still. No movement, except for these bloody (literally) fingers typing what is being said at this moment. Images flashing before my eyes, over and over and over and over. Logic seems to slip past my mind, what do I have left? My eyes staring at the wall, the images over and over and over and over again. Unfortunately, I do not know what I see. Is it a hand? Is it a face? A baby? A ball? Some bloody mess thanks to the soldiers down in Iraq? The images begin to blur: a sandstorm is formed. An unconqered land with thousands of peasants struggling to survive. I see a women; her clothes covers her entire body. The lack of food, water, money....living people, roam the land. The sun rises, but only for several minutes before the land turns to darkness once again. No homes. No leader, just beggars and angry voices. The ground is red; bright red, bright as blood. However, I cannot be sure that it is blood. Nonetheless, the way these people live, struggle and die, I would not be surprised that it is blood. The river is light blue at night but dark red in the day.
Now, I see through the eyes of a human; woman or man, I do not know. I also do not know if I am seeing the world through the eyes of a killer, a child, a beggar or of a ghost. I am walking through the broken land. I see a woman as I turn to the right; she is crawling towards the same direction that I am walking. North? East? West? South? How the hell should I know? She crawls with her child clutching her shoulders as he sits on her back. She is fearless; I can tell by the look in her eyes. However, she is also in pain. Her eyes tell another story; she is weak but her mind is set on her child. I just know it. Suddenly, my vision shifts back to what is in front of me. The more the person walks, the clearer the image up ahead is. What is it? I wonder, but I do not know. I see smoke, and lots of it. Suddenly, I stop; I am looking down at my feet where someone has grabbed my leg. The hand - the one that is clutching at my leg - is covered in blood and white sand. I am pleading to help the person, but I just brush the arm off my leg and continue walking.
I'm walking, walking and walking some more until I see the image. The same image that was filled with smoke. It is a home on fire, surrounded by men being shot. Why? What is happening?