Lately I've been compelled, compelled to stand, to stand and protest.
It's something not a lot of people actively do in this country. Call it complacency, call it fear, call it an 8-5 job that demands your time or kids to wrangle out of bed before getting ready yourself, or just not wanting to do it that day. I don't blame anybody or point fingers, everybody gets a choice. I think we get stuck into these cycles of living, and believe in ideas that came before us without thinking about them for ourselves. Maybe its the mass produced chemical-laced foods that we over consume on a regular basis and the TV programming that we naively listen too and watch but take for fact. It dumbs us down to the point of cattle, where we just blindly walk into the slaughter house of our true selfs, taking in everything but processing nothing.
We forget or choose not to think about all that came before.
The struggles, the heartache.
The struggles, the heartache.
The ability to change.
I've been compelled, compelled to stand, to stand and protest.
I've been compelled, compelled to stand, to stand and protest.
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