Martyrs!

martyrs... silently trudging head down to the promised land. familiar? a neighbor, a forgotten uncle, the stranger you saw on the corner; the faces... bombing victims in the Middle East, hungry children on foreign soils, the kid picked up for looking suspicious. the bullied kid that hung himself, the family living in the backseat of a car in Florida. the tired eyed man standing in the unemployment line. the protesters, and the cops with pepper spray and clubs... the face of the young boy taken from his drug addict parents... bodies and faces, souls wrapped in dirty flesh. silently trudging, martyrs!