During this time of turmoil from the election, I see people turning against their country and hating America. I know we do not all agree with how the government is run and the fact that Trump was elected president, but if we give up on America, then America will give up on us. If you turn against America, nothing will change. 2016 has been full of surprises, and while they were mostly negative, that doesn't mean all hope is lost, even if it might look like it. There are still things to be happy about and look forward to. This is not a time to turn against one another and be bitter but to come together because America needs unity right now. We need to be that unity.
Mahatma Gandhi once said, "When it (violence) appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent." We are all asking, "What is wrong with the world?" Ever stop to take a look in the mirror and wonder if you're part of the problem? Not to say you're a bad person or caused the economy to crash, but the world is made up of society, and society is made up of individuals. You are an individual, and it is up to you to be better because if each of us do our part, society as a whole improves, and if society improves so does the world... you see where I'm going with this?
Some people may see where America is heading and want to give up, losing motivation to take a stand because they think it is futile, but this is the home stretch, the test of faiths, the time to stand strong and prove that your cause is true and your voice demands to be heard.
This poem I wrote is a little thing to spark the patriotism during this time to voice our feelings about our country.
Freedom
Fist to fist we stand clutching knives.
Eyes closed to protect us from the lies.
Ears bleeding from the beating of the drums.
Minds quiver with the thought of losing.
Separately we think the words of hate.
Apart we feel the wrath of sadness.
The bird is perched on a bar in the cage.
She holds the swords of the righteous.
An empty song she weeps through the night.
Once a stone, a representation of war.
Hand in hand we stand holding.
Eyes now opened to the truth.
Ears listening for the melody of hope.
Minds blossoming with the knowledge of faith.
Together we taste the fruits of joy.
United we smell the flowers of happiness.
The bird flies out of the cage that was never locked.
She carries the ferns of the free.
The tune lifts her into the sky.
Now a star, a beacon on justice.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental.