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New Sacred Cows

I could be wrong, And I'd be happy if I were. Perhaps it's I who doesn't belong. New ways and means are preferred. There's a major shift, or is it just me? Are we forgetting what it means to be free? Many are blind to what it's all about. The old sacred cows are bowing out. New holier cows are taking their place. New cows are in for this generation to face. They are grazing and consuming the whole human race. 'New agendas' are replacing the old and erasing every trace. Any more, it seems the question is not whether it's right or wrong. What matters is whether it's able to keep the 'agenda strong'. What happened to the sweet land, 'My country tis of thee?' There's more greed and selfishness that I see. Absolutes are absolutely out, and 'agenda-Fits' are in. Agenda-Fits are whatever fits with the sacred agenda. Please correct me if I'm wrong, which is what I'd rather be. I plea for common sense and sanity, that agendas not be our decree. O Lord, I now intreat, let all mankind everywhere, grow their own tree and be shaded with liberty. O Lord, I now intreat, please save our world, and not allow history to repeat? 050822PS

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