so many stories told that we hold to be true but most are not just creations for justification blackout paint to conceal the blood graffitied highway walls of history cover-ups for fear that the truth could indeed set us free or at least make them see their shame
there can be no doubt that we walk on graves fallen souls beneath our feet sons of many lands all who died for one nation but that nation has forgotten not only their names and places of birth but that deep bone marrow of belief that held them up in battle when death was so apparent they would not surrender nor forsake freedom’s cause unlike those who walk in marble halls of congress with marble so thick that the bones of the dead cannot be felt nor disrupt a traitor’s quest for power would be that the dead could arise and once again defend the why some chose to die
the ugliness of this nation is visible but like the emperor’s new clothes the senate and the courts refuse to admit to the naked hate and lawless ambition parading down white marble corridors corridors which were once reserved for those who truly care for human rights and dignity it ‘s a matter of protocol politicos say adding we must endure such behaviors out of convention but we have good intentions for the future however i recall that the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Read Between the Minds 