Saturday, July 04, 2009
Independence Day?
What happened to the dream that was America? the United States of America? Would our forebears even recognize their country? Slowly, over the last several years, we have been losing our freedoms. Not enough to always recognize. We are cooked slowly, like the proverbial frog in a pot of water, never attempting to escape. When we have sought to correct the situation, such as flooding Congress with communications to vote against the bailout, we have been ignored. Ignored by our own government, the government that is supposed to represent us. We have been told that we are too stupid to know what we are talking about. They know better. They know what's best for us. That sounds dangerously close to a dictatorship.
If our elected officials won't do what we, the people, ask them to do, then it is time to elect public servants who will. It is time to set term limits, so that our representatives (Senators and Representatives) will not become indoctrinated into the Washington political machine. Time for campaign fund reforms, so that our official our not beholden to companies and organizations instead of the citizens of the United States.
On this Fourth of July-this Independence Day-let us remember what those who have gone before us have paid for our freedom. Let us honor them by taking back our freedoms, before they slip away completely. Let's not allow their dream die because of our own apathy. Let us have a happy Independence Day.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Poem: Silent Wings (for Joe Weiss)
On silent wings
See me flying
You will not catch me
As I steal the light
On silent wings
I am gliding
In an endless
Summer flight
Your eyes are fixed
Yet, not believing
As I circle in silence
In the orb's gold light
Unreachable
Beyond your hearing
On silent wings
I trace my flight
Cruel is the ground
In its unseen might
Stealing the wind
That you crave for light
Am I an illusion
To your earth-bound sight?
On silent wings
I steal the light
by Andrea E. Feeser
See me flying
You will not catch me
As I steal the light
On silent wings
I am gliding
In an endless
Summer flight
Your eyes are fixed
Yet, not believing
As I circle in silence
In the orb's gold light
Unreachable
Beyond your hearing
On silent wings
I trace my flight
Cruel is the ground
In its unseen might
Stealing the wind
That you crave for light
Am I an illusion
To your earth-bound sight?
On silent wings
I steal the light
by Andrea E. Feeser
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