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A sign post each day nations slide into division, the youth take to the streets.
If our leaders are so wise why do they accept ill fates?
Many of our leaders are missing in action.
Why?
Because they were never meant to lead. They kissed the ring, they have only known how to bend the knee.
What is it that they desire, for your to rest little darlings. Just listen to this lullaby, cry no more. The beasts that carved up your future would like it if you kindly went back to sleep.
Meet them with no violence for they they lust for retribution. Take them down a peg with your words. Lead them by the ear back to their humanity.
Seek no vengeance for if you do the plot is lost with your soul. Never forget the speed in which darkness entered their souls. For they chant for violence, they beg for rationalized oppression. After all when you're able to quell a rebellion the peasantry are far easier to control.
So give me your tired, your weak your huddled masses. For soon freedom's breath shall be on our tongues. Hope wasn't extinguished nor shall it be. Let us spread care for the world. Let the winds of change be our souvenir from the breach.
Vigilance pays dividends. Far from over the beginning of the end grows near.
Aaron Baker
