Prologue
I Have a Dream
The wails of the children…
The starving people…
The breaking houses…
Poverty…poor…sadness.
Stripped , stripped dignity…stripped humanity…
What does one make of this situation? What does one think of this situation? What does one do in this situation?
Nothing…nothing at all.
People are left helpless, silently accepting their cruel fate, throwing away the powers we once held in our hands that was passed down by our forefathers. Throwing away…in fear…to them.
We were once a nation, who held our heads up high in pride. And now those very heads have drooped low, in shame and fear. Why? Why live in fear? We have done no wrong. We belong here. We need no invaders of this land to tell us we are not.
The massacres flood our doorway daily. We wait in fear at night that a loved one may not come back alive tonight, that a loved one would be a victim of their cruel hunger…their cruel enjoyment…their cruel greed.
But nothing lasts forever. We…only live once.
And in this life, if we have not done anything…if I hav
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