I have no words again today, so I reblog a poem by Jane Dougherty, who lives in France, and wrote this piece this morning. Cette merde hits very close to home…
To borrow and paraphrase Blake’s words. I don’t have enough of my own left.
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built fraternity,
In every green and pleasant land.
I will not pray for others’ sins,
Nor will I hide, but take a stand,
To lighten ignorance in our midst,
That darkness never raise its hand.
I will not turn the other cheek,
Nor forgive those who maim and kill,
I will denounce their ugly creed,
Justice must win, one day it will.
Thanks for reblogging. The story just seems to be getting worse.
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You said what I couldn’t. Maybe tomorrow I will be able to…
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I have so many thoughts boiling over when these things happen. Mainly anger. I’m not into peace and love, but give me a gun, show me how to use it, and I’d happily shoot those bastards down.
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