We are a nation divided, we are a nation at war. Not only with the rest of the world, but inside our own world. We live in a state of anarchy, and everyone appears to do what is right in their own eyes. The United States of America is apparently in the state of downfall, and her life crumbles before our very eyes. No one can agree on whether or not there should be gun control, no one can agree on whether or not there should be control on people who need mental health checked. No one can agree as to whether or not it is okay to let people from the unknown through the door to America anymore, because we do not know the enemy, and we can no longer keep him close.
I have tried myself to get in touch, to make my voice heard by my governing authorities, both Democrat and Republican, and get nowhere. No one writes back, except for generalizations, no one bothers to call personally. I will keep trying, but cannot expect much. Would like to, but looking at history, I feel like Eeyore.
Why am I pointing this out? Because I have been told that if I feel this way, there are at least 100 more out there that feel the same way I do.
I cannot rise above, I can only take care of my immediate world. This is the task of an oppressed people. There is a great deal of more oppression out there, I am one of the lucky ones, I grew up in this United States of America. My heart goes out to the immigrant, I feel bad about not wanting them to come in, but I don’t have the money to take care of them, I can only take care of my own. Freedom is never free, it is taxed, and We the People are taxed to death.
The voice goes quiet, working out her own salvation.
It's All About the Journey 