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Its My Turn To Use the Written Word

Being born in the postwar fifties, after darkness and catastrophe ascended on all Europe, I didn't experience cruelty and horror... but hope came from the defenders of freedom from North America and England; and their military supremacy crushed Hitler's vanity and his inhumane empire! I was given birth by a courageous mother, who saw bombs drop on buildings, and escaped to the countryside with a few belongings... dragging grandmother to safety! Fear was everywhere...people had to hide, and liberty was a forbidden cry; even in the Vatican City, and rumors... if not facts, confirmed that some were afraid to speak against this evil, but continued to tremble, and in doing so they let many die! Wasn't God angry at their hypocrisy; and if they had taken a stand against the evildoers... wouldn't it spared many? It's my turn to protest the evil that destroyed the life of big and small for their faith, religion and race; those voices are still ignored, but they are finally heard; their thirst for peace and justice will be quickly quenched! It's my turn to heal their wounds with sweet and consoling words of kindness, and alleviate their fears that what happened yesterday... must not be repeated in our history; and wil I be able to do this without facing controversy? It's my turn to use the written word, to outshine everyone whose interest is greed! Nobody more than I was saddened by this tragedy, so powerful and overwhelming, to promptly modify the traits of my personality; to be more considerate and caring, and partake in Humankind's destiny! An Aquarius has many distinguishing qualities and talents, and I intend to use them wisely... listening to their struggles with much sympathy! It's my turn to use the written word, to declare war on the state of unfair things, proceed with caution on flapping winds... to land where I am welcomed, and see every hand touching mine; only when the their joy returns, I can certainly smile!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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