Where are the leaders, the ones that can fix this broken place full of broken people, broken promises, how can we mend this, I have a feeling glue might not be strong enough. when I see what’s happening around me and my blood boils and my skin gets hot, I can feel the anger rising in me, the hypocrisy and the lies and the hatred, my voice raspy from screaming and not feeling heard, seeing all the suffering caused by indifference of those who possess no empathy whatsoever, my heart breaks, my hands tremble, my heart races, the anxiety of it all. And when I speak, I’m shouted down and told I don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m told my feelings are wrong, what I am seeing has become acceptable and I’m the intolerant one, how dare I not tolerate families ripped apart, how dare I not tolerate unarmed children of a darker shade being murdered by those who were put in place to protect them, how dare I not be concerned when war is looming because those in our government instigates rogue leaders through late night tweets in a bathrobe, pacing around like a mad man, drink on the nightstand, one hand on the phone, the other on the remote tuned into the two minutes of hate, How dare I not tolerate the comments made by my fellow citizens that foreigners are illegals ( how can a human being illegal?) or the derogatory comments screamed by angry mobs about women, minorities, gays and anyone else who disagrees with their agenda. No, I can’t tolerate this, I won’t. I will continue to speak my mind and I won’t be silenced because the freedom you hold so dear to your heart doesn’t just mean the freedom to express your views but it’s the freedom of all us including me to make my voice heard and no more. This ends now, it’s become intolerable. no more, I say.
A Fourth of July poem
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Hello, my name is Dave. I love to write, it is my passion, I try to be vulnerable and honest in all of my posts. I hope to use writing to make a difference in the lives of others and help myself in the process; this blog has been very therapeutic and I can't believe I never took the time to write in the " about me" section. I am not a professional writer but it would be a dream of mine to be published. Please take the time to read this blog and feel free to comment anytime. View all posts by revolutionarymusings
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Yes, I no longer accept the lies of men, no more, I was buried in darkness by men’s words, and men’s religions. My whole life I have been lied to. I now know the truth, I am free from the bondage of men, IAM is the truth.
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Very well said, beautiful. And epically sad.
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