It looked like the scenescoming out of the Middle East and Europe; police state on the rampage in the name of greed.  This was American police shooting protesters who stand for the truth; stop the robbing of America by the power elite and Congress.  We are not turning back because we die for freedom, we march for freedom, we love America, what ever the police state has been ordered to do we will not stop until we have equality for us as a nation.  The restrictions on our spirit is an mirage, we know the promise of America.

PIECES

A wind of trials and tribulations hitting every shore,
Is it revelations opening our destiny door?
Pieces of a dream drifting in this chaotic time,
Clouding the distinction between real and sublime,
Every day a lesson to be learned about totality,
Caught up in what seems to be a chance reality,
One day you might have all that ensures survival,
Then no one is promised a next breath becomes the rival,
Life just continues on down eternities dream,
Covering up the footprints of where we seem,
It’s a meaning with no clear attributes of knowing,
Crisis at the brink of complete overflowing,
Which way will humanity ultimately decide to go?
Testing this divine reap what you sow.

We made this freedom, we are the salvation of this world station, no evil force will stop this good; God is with us.  Every arrest, every injured freedom fighter, every killed protester, will be remembered as the whisperings get louder.