I’m always searching, looking and wondering why people do the things they do, what God must think of their behavior and how man can be so depraved. When a person is deep in their mire of depravity, do they ever stop to think about their actions? Of course not or else they would stop what they’re doing.
I’m the voice of the innocent that can’t speak for themselves, those who are raped viciously and sodomized without conscience by someone who violated their trust; that rag doll used for gratification to placate the appetite of someone degenerate.
I’m that child that looks at you before drifting to sleep; the one who senses their parent will never hurt them.
I’m also the elderly that takes a little longer to walk because their youth is gone, their strength has left them and despite being frail they’re wise beyond their years.
The nurse that holds your hand when you’re in the hospital, the doctor who reassures you that everything is going to be okay, the fireman that comes to your rescue, the cop that guides your way and the teacher that stands before her class looking at the future.
I’m the prosecutor that sternly looks at the jury pleading the case of a victim and the judge who brings down the gavel condemning you for a merciless crime.
The cry of injustice is what I write about; the triumph of individuals is what I bring to the table and the endless questions of why people are wronged, of better days to come and a future with hope. I write articles many may not want to hear or turn away from because they’ve been calloused by the system. However, a person should never let themselves get too obstinate because they never know if something they read puts things into perspective.
How far into the day or night have many of us ventured looking for something better in our own imagination or literally? Lovers and married couples with that one last look or dance, teenagers partying and laughing carrying on oblivious to the consequences, people going to work though they hate their job knowing they have to feed their family, those unemployed who continue to hit the pavement come out empty and say that interview will be their last when they know that’s not true, and beggars in the street asking for a handout putting aside their pride and what others may think of them. “Get a job,” I hear many say. Their look of dejection speaks volumes. It’s at that moment I feel for them because we really may not know their circumstances and it takes a lot to walk in front of traffic knowing people will not give you anything and think the worse of you. This is your world and mine.
The United States who preaches military service doesn’t realize that many who are homeless are Veterans. Many of those so-called bums served in the war. Don’t you think they’re being a bit hypocritical in their stand? Are they only good enough when they’re serving their country, have the uniform on, and aren’t broken? Is an elderly only good enough when they’re young and when they start getting older discard them? Is a person less of a man or woman if they don’t have a limb?
I don’t doubt for a minute that people are as disgusted as I am when they hear about someone who’s been wronged or mistreated, and I know deep in my heart that everyone wants the best for each other or else that would classify you as being as bad as the rest, but I hope next time we’re quick to think wrong of someone, we stop in our tracks and remember what that says about us. The prominence of the person at one time doesn’t negate who they are.
Help an elderly crossing the street or check on them and see if they need anything. Come to the aid of a child especially if you see an adult taking advantage of them, and don’t forget to give to those that can’t pay you back, it incenses me to know that people do favors thinking the person owes them. If you’re going to have that attitude, don’t do it.
The Town Crier writes about your triumphs, pain, daily living, survival, and hope that all of us desperately need. I enjoy being on my soapbox and refuse to get off.
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