Thursday, February 8, 2018

Red Clay Monuments

Here I find myself searching for my own distractions. I'm afraid that if I tear out the cable connection I'll wind up peeking through a neighbor's window. This is becoming a place that I don't want to live anymore. Where are the heroes?

It's not democracy that I mourn at this point. It's human decency, empathy, compassion. Love.

As fifty million Native Americans were being annihilated, it must have felt very surreal. Where were the heroes?

Maybe history does repeat itself.

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