We Know This Place…
A Funny Thing Happened On the Way To Freedom
Once upon a time, there was more than enough. More than enough time, more than enough food, more than enough money, more than enough Life. We prayed, we honored…we obeyed. And it was good. For a time…
Even though we, as a people, had always suffered the weaknesses of others, we learned to accept what we had as the gift that it was. Not from them but from Him. And it was good. For a time…
You see, anyone who’s never experienced anything beyond what they’ve always experienced comes to accept that experience as normal…some might even say natural! And it’s in this acceptance that we begin letting go of any aspirations, hopes or dreams of finding a better way…of living…of Loving…of Life itself.
And the best way to insure that your have-nots have-not is to insure that your have-nots have drugs…and liquor…and guns. Because if you properly design and tool a machine it will run on its own as long as you fuel it with fools too foolish to realize that they’ve been tooled too! You see, we know this place.
We stepped off of those ships on to unknown soil and allowed those who allowed us to live to kill everything that we had left…and left behind. Dead were the dreams of some new and wonderful world. Dead were the memories of our freedom. All we could do was exist in the present for our past had passed away and that was all we could do. But it was good. For a time…
Then we lit something called knowledge and watched it burn throughout the land. We rose up and stood up and chose our fellow man over loving their false gods and working the soil of their lands, over suffering their weaknesses and those whips in their hands. We were free to choose our own way. Bleed for our own and build what we needed with what we had. And it was good. For a time…
But there’s no comfort in watching the next man struggle and even less in seeing him fall…and even worse when we’re reaching out for hands that don’t reach back at all! When one can get free, then so can the rest if the lessons we’ve learned form the body of the test. ‘Cause we know this place and it’s a place that we’ve manifest. A place that came from all that we had left and we’ll defend it to our last breath.
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