I loudly proclaim PEACE, but my solitary voice cannot survive the clamor for war.
I cup my hands and yell, REMEMBER THE CONSTITUTION, but my words fall, softly unheard, on the shreds of our founding documents.
I call out, FREEDOM FOR ALL, but my weary voice echoes in the empty halls of justice, dies in the crowded courtrooms, and is buried in the bulging prisons.
I request JUSTICE, but my voice is muffled by the dirty hands of Congress.
I demand TRUTH; I passionately denounce the lies, but my fellowman covers his collective ears.
I beg for SANITY, but my lonely voice is lost in the chaos and confusion.
I cry for COMPASSION, but my weeping is drowned out by the painful mockery and cries of pain.
I know silence is certain destruction and eventual slavery. I cannot go into that dark place quietly, and so I use my eternal voice to PRAY, Father forgive us. We know not what we do.
Grandma Kay Lee