We have lived so long with an eye for an eye we are generations blind with no end in sight, stumbling around searching for others to force into the dark. I am no soldier. I have no want of weapons or war. I am no doctor. I have no gift of comfort or healing. I have no standing, no platform, nowhere that might enact change for any but myself. All I have are these words watered by tears, too often bitter from the salt. And even in these I have no answers. Sometimes I don’t even have questions.
Eye for an Eye
Eye for an Eye
Eye for an Eye
We have lived so long with an eye for an eye we are generations blind with no end in sight, stumbling around searching for others to force into the dark. I am no soldier. I have no want of weapons or war. I am no doctor. I have no gift of comfort or healing. I have no standing, no platform, nowhere that might enact change for any but myself. All I have are these words watered by tears, too often bitter from the salt. And even in these I have no answers. Sometimes I don’t even have questions.