I Am the Wind

  On a hot summer’s day, and the heat so overwhelming you could not catch your breathe. The stench in the air is so strong that you feel you cannot take another breathe. The stagnate and contaminated waters are rising around you, and you see everything you have worked for in your life being swept away in front of your eyes. You are hopelessly lost in grief and dispair.
  A trembling voice cries out towards the sky in desperate hope for some help, some releif, from this devastating hell your caught up in, but alas, there is none.
  A worn and cracked hand reaches out for something to hold onto, to grasp at the last chance for life. Your very existance itself is in one final trembling muscle tearing clasp, that you know is the only bit of life left in your body.
  The fear inside you is greater than anything you have ever known. An overwhelming desire for one last chance at life itself, and you cry outloud, please do not let me end this way.

  This is not only the ominous fate of so many caught in the wake of the devastating hurricane that has claimed so many lives, but for all of us in everyday life.
  There has been an unnatural pehnomenon that has swept over this counrty and the world and it is having the same effect on all of us, just as those caught in the wrath of the hurricane.
  We see and feel the effects of this in our very own lives. Watching helplessly our future, and oncoming generations being destroyed for the greed of the very few.
  However, even the hurricane force can only last so long. After the storm, there is always that light that comes as the skies clear, and lets the rays of sunlight into the darkened, and weakened area of impact.
  Then at that moment, you will feel the wind, that cools, and soothes that overwhelming heat, and moves the stench away. It is a feeling of releif, for the wind whisps these destructive elements away, and as if the nuturing of mother earth herself wraps you in her arms, and cradles you.
  You find yourself holding outstretched arms welcoming the cooling wind. It lifts your spirits up, and a sigh of releif is expelled by your soul.
  Your eyes are lifted to the skies, and a thanks is given, even knowing the hard task ahead of rebuilding your life, and your futures.

  In light of all that has happened under this administration, their shortcomings are showing, and very blatantly to even a larger number of the most afflicted by the disease of greed. For greed equals power in every sense. One begats the other, always.
  So people I say to you now, be the wind that cools, and soothes. That dries out the soaked soils of contaminated waters. That blows away the stench of the lives and souls left in it’s wake.
  This is the prime time to be the wind that will not bow to the spin of whitewashed lies any longer. Now is the time to be the wind of force that will finally change the direction of the storm we are in.
  For a long time I have watched, listened, and participated in the voicing of our woes. We must not let this pass us by like a gentle summer breeze.
  We must gather our forces at every waking second to accumulate a wind that has such force to clear the storm of greed in which we are caught.
  Not only online blogs, but at every given chance to speak, place a thought in someone’s mind. If the opportunity is there, take it, even better, make it
  At the store, work, play, any chance to make a statememt, we must do so.
  I will not ask you, and I will not beg you to do so.
  I CHALLENGE YOU to do this.
  Make it clear to both sides of the isles, regaurdless of race, religion, or politics. Our message must be absolutely clear.
  WE  WILL  NOT  STAND  FOR THIS ANY LONGER

  With the price of living, fuel, food, pure existance rising beyond the reach of any common person, it is time. Like we have not had since this storm started.
  DO  NOT  LET  THIS PASS

  There is no need to make a list of all the things we know are wrong today. We’ve been doing that for 5yrs now. We know them by heart.

  So this is all I have to say to you, I Am the Wind

  will you join me to become the wind of change, or will you be content in just a passing breeze…..

  One voice, can become a force……let it be so

Author: infidelpig

just a country boy, served my country, and want to see a change for the better