heart aches soul cringes anger rises reality hinges on the complicated death of simple lives praying for blessing for healing for salvation kneeling and falling into a deep despair for a country dividing so deeply cleverly inviting prejudice into our homes It's time to shut and lock the door to hatred bred in neighborhoods in schools in government in pools of fetid waste left by an ignorant society waving flags brandishing guns to show the world the reality of how a society is undone by letting anger rule the heart and soul of a nation
Year: 2015
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no more
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dad vows
I promise to lovingly hold you until you can crawl, crawl patiently with you until you can walk, walk peacefully with you until you run, joyfully run with you as long as I can. And when I can no longer keep up, I'll still run, walk or even crawl to you if you need me to hold you again.
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a clear signal
lines of discrimination are drawn in wet cement even with years of withering storms they refuse to be obscured paving over, covering up, burying them will leave them lurking underneath waiting to resurface with time only a purposeful upheaval, a deconstruction of the hardened structures will break the lines into smaller pieces dots and dashes on broken segments signaling to the coming generations a kind of S.O.S. from the past
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your only tool
violence has become a way of life guns, bombs, knives, swords - words infamy and anonymity are pendulum swings unstable minds choose a weapon yelling at an unseen foe on a street corner shooting unknown enemies in a school "when your only tool is a hammer, everything will look like a nail"* calming a soul troubled in mental storms a nation needs to care to prevent
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