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About going through it~~~
A tunnel of anger lies before me.
I’m disgusted by the lack of courage, lack of compassion
from those who call themselves
leaders of the countries of the world.
Don’t they have enough on their plates to worry about
like poverty, racism, and homelessness, etc.,etc. in their own countries,
then to go hunting after the next biggest war to get involved in…
like little boys scrapping with each other over a game of marbles,
only the stakes are much more significant.
To get through it… this mess…
I go outside and breathe in the fresh February air
and pull up the withering remnants from last year’s flower beds.
Somehow, getting my hands dirty is a balm to my soul.
It helps deaden the loud screaming of a world that is so lost.
Where’s my stash that makes everything go away? Oh, right… I don’t have one. Shit! I guess I’ll just have to muddle through under my own steam.
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