Diary of an American

I look around at this world, at those who seek power relentlessly, and those who are and would be oppressed by the power hungry and I see and feel the pain of those who do good unnoticed, and smell the fear of those whose freedoms are threatened. I am here, crying out, a voice in the wilderness, a whisper in a world of voices.

I wish I could heal losses, and soothe pain, heal human nature that always seeks to dominate and separate and rule over those it deems inferior. I am here, speaking out against injustice,and inequality and sad that we humans never learn from history.