From the screen one could hear a scream... loud gasps at the crumbling of her dreams. But not a cry of the defiant nature, but more in the how can this happen vain.
We have heard it over and over again and each time it remains the same…. But we dare not mention its name. Piece by piece we take her apart and ship her overseas… we strip her down and sell off her internal organs… and hope that the old time mental pictures and propaganda take hold… her life blood…her people too often fight against the greater good and for their own agendas. We tear her apart like rouge antibodies attacking each other rather than banding together to fight the true evil pumping poison into her veins….
Perhaps the country we all grew up learning about died long ago… her heart was crushed and in its place a mechanic replacement now rest…. made in a far far away land... It no longer pumps the life blood of the people who built this country… it now runs on the unending greed that permeates the landscape….
Welcome home…
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