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Democracy 
  
  The votes have been tallied and the race has been called.   So why do I feel like Americans are about to fall?
  I close my eyes and I can feel violence brewing. I can taste it on my tongue in the wind that shifts directions. 
  This country is not the same as the one I watched and lived in as a girl.  Words are now tossed around without thought of meaning.  The most dangerous weapon is the voice that leads millions.  The voice that lashes out to strike us down like the forked tongue of a snake.   The vicious words and orders that darken our souls.  
  Can you hear the rallying cry?  The call like a siren who uses her voice to pull in unsuspecting victims and leads them to their death.  The vision played off of pretty lips that feed the soul.  The trust is almost instantaneous. It’s a blind faith to follow the call. Pulling us in and sending us out.  
  Can the call be fought? Can the danger dissipate?  Can we open our eyes and see who really is the wolf parading as a sheep?   Can we save ourselves and our loved ones before the dangerous maw of the wolf snaps around the neck of millions?  
  We are on the cusp of a new day yet on the edge of a narrow cliff. The promise of darkness and bloodshed moving in on us.  We exercised our right and free will.  So why does it feel like we’re about to shatter still?  This has nothing to do with class. It’s blind trust and faith that we follow. This is our country, our lives and our rights. Rights put into place long ago to protect us from falling.  To keep us united in our differences. So why are these rights what brought out the worst in us?  
  The day is short and the darkness looms. I can feel it throughout every room.  The hate that has festered and fed our souls.  This no longer feels like home.  
  This is my call in desperation and love.  My plea to all those filled with violent glee.  We can be sad, glad or angry. We can disagree and be on different sides.  
  With a gasping breath I ask you to please pause and try to remember who we are.  We are Americans and we can stand as one or let our division be what finally makes democracy fall.   Make no mistake democracy doesn’t fall alone.   There are no pretty words or clocks to turn back time.  What we do now will be watched by all.
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