I wrote this poem a long time ago; when I found and read it today, it took on a whole new meaning with respect to recent events. ~ Linda
I am not afraid of him. I am afraid of his actions. I am afraid of his mind, his intentions. I am afraid of what I see lacking: Integrity, Humility, Civility, Humanity... I am afraid of his hands, where they’ve been, what they have done.
Seventeen said goodbye one day Entered school with knowledge to gain...[more] #marchforourlives
So little do we value words That lift and breathe and fly. Some still use words that no one should. But, regardless, I will try.
Not one of us is perfect; but it is the striving, the desire to be better, that makes us more admirable, more worthy of respect.
We used to be a beacon, A light aloft and shining. I believed us an example Of what could someday be.
I cannot read a persons mind. I cannot know a persons soul. I cannot divine the truth. But I can listen.
Will we brook no abuse or mistreatment, find our voice and speak out where we should? Will we stand up and stick up for each other, and become our own change for the good?
Eyes only on the bottom-line we seek to build, but not refine for profit’s sake, we play with lives with silicon brains, traces, and wires we’ve lost the art of doing well for dollars do we deal with hell tomorrows children will forever pay for the choices that we make today © L. Rose (2/27/17)... Continue Reading →