CITY ISLAND LINES
Am I alone in my protest? Evicted from the mainstream because of my confusion? How can people take pride in the right to bear arms when the only fruit that arms bear is the loss of innocent life? Where does liberty end and accountability step in? Why must everyday people summon heroic instincts when attending a country western concert? How many innocent children must make the ultimate sacrifice (or be made the ultimate sacrifice) before awareness of causality and culpability dawns?
Does everyone really ‘need’ a gun? If so, where did our society veer off the path of civility and civilisation? What undiscussed pathologies ail our country so deeply that we gun down strangers, students, children? More importantly, how can we identify these ailments and seek to cure or at least heal them? I fear that such bare barbarism is becoming so commonplaces that we are developing a collective numbness. Yes, we lower flags, we lower our voices, we lower our eyes. We lower caskets filled with undeserving inhabitants. We lower our expectations and raise our guard. We lower our standards, and in so doing, we lower ourselves. Perhaps, one day, the count will click past an intolerable number, or the right person will be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Protest may finally swell from the streets. Pride may show its best and brightest facets. Those who died without purpose or meaning will no longer be alone. Senseless destruction will finally be evicted from this heartland and homeland. Perhaps then we can truly be a land of the free and home of the brave. 3 Oct 2017
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