Teaching
Teaching
Learning is easy,
we sit back and watch.
It is a thing we think we do,
all our lives.
But it is not true.
We skate,
without doing the work,
without being seen,
as there is no reason
to believe
more is necessary.
Understanding the difference,
between living and dying is heartbreaking.
It wrenches the soul from its roots,
and throws it about.
Lack of it is costly, expensive,
brutal, carrying self-inflicted...
wounds seen and unseen.
"Sleep" is easy, until something changes.
Then the world is upside down.
Being prepared is a process,
of reading and understanding.
Freedom is the right to full information.
It is the right to not go along.
It is the right to tell others,
what you see, is not what you might get.
But the very idea of uncensored data,
poses the largest threat,
to their sovereignty.
So, they jab us with needles,
and pins till we cry out,
and scream about fairness,
about equality.
The truth is we are all the same.
Our blood is red like the sea... that kills.
We are alive because the Maker made us that way.
We breathe at His discretion.
Take heart the King is real!
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