A Broken America Mourns Her Children
It doesn’t have to be this way. The grandeur of her world sings optimism, abundance, opportunity. This is the land of freedom, dreams, possibilities. But the dreams of her land are breaking, cracked like fragile egg shells. It doesn’t have to be this way. She knows this nation is better than the violence, the hatred, and injustices growing inside it. She knows Americans, as individuals are strong, caring, empathetic. Why is it that the nation doesn’t reflect those values?
Today she mourns the loss of children. The children of freedom. The children of her parent’s dreams. And the children who lie in a puddle of blood. It doesn’t have to be this way.