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Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
As A Little Boy My Heart Hurts For Mom
Today in America, we celebrate our independence. Better known as 4th of July, Independence Day represents when we found freedom from the England in 1776. With symbols like the eagle, the flag, and the Statue of Liberty, America represents so much that can be good.
At the same time, young men and women are currently swamped in a quagmire of war. Good men and women, losing their lives for a reason.... I thought I knew the reason. But it keeps changing. Liberty, Tyrant removal, Axis of Evil, for a people who want to lberated. Now words like oil and big money politics are corrupting a country.
The lady liberty is being molested. Her crown is wobbling; her dress is torn. As she stumbles, it looks as if she is evolving from the backroom where she was used and abused as a late night trick.
As I see her emerge, I feel for her. I want to defend her. I feel like I am a little boy watching his mother getting used in the back alley. Yet at times, my own cynicism corrupts my compassion. As her little boy, as a son, I want to defend her. Right as I am about to speak up for her, she willfully takes the arm of another seducer. She willfully paints on a fake smile, straightens her hair and tries to adjust her look to again look pure.
One after another, she turns tricks in the room. Getting bent over and used by bureaucracy. Yet I still love her. I still need her. I still respect her. I still see her as the mother land.
As she walks down the dark hall to disappear again into darkness and deception, she looks back at me. Her eyes say it all. "I am sorry, I just don't know how to stop."
As a little boy living with mom, my heart sinks. I am consumed with only one thought, "I want my mom back."
Freedom,
Jharp
At the same time, young men and women are currently swamped in a quagmire of war. Good men and women, losing their lives for a reason.... I thought I knew the reason. But it keeps changing. Liberty, Tyrant removal, Axis of Evil, for a people who want to lberated. Now words like oil and big money politics are corrupting a country.
The lady liberty is being molested. Her crown is wobbling; her dress is torn. As she stumbles, it looks as if she is evolving from the backroom where she was used and abused as a late night trick.
As I see her emerge, I feel for her. I want to defend her. I feel like I am a little boy watching his mother getting used in the back alley. Yet at times, my own cynicism corrupts my compassion. As her little boy, as a son, I want to defend her. Right as I am about to speak up for her, she willfully takes the arm of another seducer. She willfully paints on a fake smile, straightens her hair and tries to adjust her look to again look pure.
One after another, she turns tricks in the room. Getting bent over and used by bureaucracy. Yet I still love her. I still need her. I still respect her. I still see her as the mother land.
As she walks down the dark hall to disappear again into darkness and deception, she looks back at me. Her eyes say it all. "I am sorry, I just don't know how to stop."
As a little boy living with mom, my heart sinks. I am consumed with only one thought, "I want my mom back."
Freedom,
Jharp
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