Riddle: Most want me, few do not,
I am shaken by the sound of a single shot
I am need 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 than there is still a fight
I can not take this anymore, can you please just call off the war
Think of all the sons, daughters, nephew and niece...
Know what I am?