reply to post by MR1159
How can you not see that we are at the last resort?
We are scattered, complacent, lazy and on the brink of melt down. Once the SHTF most will submit to orders thinking that one day soon everything will
be back to normal. It would not be very different from what we experience today.
We allow laws that erode freedom because it does not immediately affect us, we watch as defenseless people are killed on the subway, we sit idly by as
people are assaulted on the streets, we spend $Billions on pork while homeless in our country die. I could go on forever.
This will not stop with peace. I wish you could see it, we need you.
I wrote this I think about 2 years ago.
I am impressed to express with satirical wisdom the folly of our people, as we are led to ignorance by the patronizing governing body of
today.
We are no more at ease with our laws that tie than we were with men, who were quick to the draw, which would impose justice found acceptable by the
majority. By our lazy receipt of rule we have found ourselves in position of little option, no more than one can bear in a court for the duration of
his funds. It is by this rule that the affluent have taken our voice and hidden our way for they unaided can endure the corruption created for their
own aspiration while the represented are personified solely as a faint reminder of what was once our freedom.
We are tied by the hands and guided by chain to the arrangement of surrender seldom looking where we are led so long as the place we are kept is
pleasing to our neighbor.
Inquiry not permitted we are exposed to idle our minds with the filth of the artiste so kindly revealing to us the epiphany of dreams unrealized. We
are made known what is to be accepted by peers far seen, forgetting our foundation has wasted away. Numb to our conscience we succumb to our leader,
so long that discomfort does not lay in our bed.
While our voices praise the immoral and crude we unwittingly fuse as one, never to be doubted of our intentions, while we are spat upon for endearing
what eagerly waits inside a man’s heart.
Freedom was once a gift for all, to awake and embrace, to be converged upon by masses, unblemished by fools. Forged by God and bought by blood, draped
with a mother’s tear, and folded in the threads of the American flag. We are numb to our fervor once gleamed upon as life, forever coveting that we
don’t have.
Pride of life has gone to die as a wounded eagle whose cry is heard only by those on their own path to death. For what cause does one need express his
discontent? Whose ear shall hear?
Surely not the man who’s toilsome labor is consumed by the hunger of the wanton. Whose life work is a mere budget note to them that devour. What
wind remains for him who can not feed his own soul and how far will he travel before finding himself alone?
I implore you to question have you lived if you are not willing to die.
Have you sacrificed when you had nothing to give?
These are the expressions of those who gave us liberty.
Not put into words but lived with each breath by them that endured that which they could not. A wind passed on by blood, embedded in man’s soul,
destined to be repeated as it has long been forgotten.
To be free.