Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. ~Terri Guillemets

Some days so many words rush to my head,

But I don't know how to say them
So I write them instead


Saturday, August 7, 2010

Consequences.

A riot is the language of the unheard.
-Martin Luther King Jr.

If things keep going the way they are......If the world continues to fall apart in front of us.............

What will become of us?

If we keep destroying our lives.......If we continue to block our ears to the cry of help.........

What will become of us?

Maybe the real question is, how did we get here in the first place.

We need to listen.............We have been warned.............its close to finished.

What have we become?

I feel like shouting. Screaming. Begging. We need to change. And we need to change now.



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