A Sad State of Affairs

I abhor the bigotry and brutality that is being applied to southern refugees seeking asylum in the United States. Diversity has been and continues to be, a beneficial component of the human experience. The act of children ripped from their mother's arms burns in my heart and consumes my soul. Such treatment is hell for any child exposed to that trauma and leaves a permanent mark. This sad state of affairs shouts of abuse, false flags, and hatred; chipping away at the very foundations of Christian values. America struggles with feelings of hate and fear, a potent brew of emotions that threaten to tear it apart. The hopelessness, confusion, horror, and sacrifice of these immigrants should be revealed for all to see. The border is crossed by mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters, ready to die for freedoms they can only dream about, and the politics of the day are losing sight of that. I'm disappointed that some choose to forget their country was founded by immigrants; their parents and grandparents. They have no charity or pity set aside for those who cannot care for themselves. And their sense of compassion and justice no longer exists, and it is dearly missed.