Is It Time For Civil Disobedience?

P Paul Amrod Paul Amrod
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During fifteen years of spiraling injustices and the defiance of civil liberties we stand before a gaping hole and peering inwardly we see a tragedy. With the misuse of our gullible nature we have been bamboozled. Keeping the wool over our eyes will suppress a surprise of amazing dimensions. Notwithstanding an actor's dishonesty we have fallen victims to our naivety. Asking for justice is as old-fashioned as Grandma Moses' countrified doodles. However the horrendously acquisitive amount of snootiness somehow received our attention. Victims of a corporate system as calloused as ice has perpetrated already the bulldog's muzzle we wear helplessly unaware of the necessity for descent. Our three branches of a supposed government do the bidding of an ideological disaster which closes the book before any wisdom is learned in consent. Posing as a sheep in wolf's clothing is a speaker, with his choice of an eloquent and desirous message, executing a cataclysmic destruction of our citizenry. We succumb to false patriotism to forfeit our freedom of one and half centuries fearfully trembling to his false message of an unconstitutional wizardry. Dominance of our consciousness has fracked our environment to an ecological catastrophe inflicting damage on our Mother Nature with obvious intent. Half a million protesters flooded the streets of Manhattan nevertheless steady were they not, for the demonstration was manipulated by a concerted entity. With the absence of an agenda and no purpose at hand the entire process was illogical disappearing into the annals of corruption meaninglessly becoming a human menagerie. The expenditure of our hard-earned funds was machinated with a cynical maneuver befuddling a man who glanced over his shoulder at the severity of the senselessness of our alliances droning civilians with laughs so diabolical. The incredible list of unfathomable falsehoods have decimated our trust leaving our susceptibility wounded and bleeding amongst the fields of rust oxidizing the believability of the magicians of corruptibility resulting in insanity. Our occupation of foreign cultures resembles the behavior of an ignorant vulture circling over its prey being paid unceasingly for its absolutely impossible atrocities. Crying for compensation is a thinking populous which spits venom and disgust raising its fist with nonviolence threatening the order and schemes to disrupt. The cartoonish chapter of our finest fighters, who perform torture and misery, are now fencing side by side with demons we claimed fascistically our enemy. The indiscriminant rampage of imperialism has been praised by sport events singing nationalistic hymns with a cap over the heart. Hence this has become academical. Witnessing the lambs ignoring our climate's dilemma is absolutely unacceptable and throwing water in their faces would be an option simply to wake them up. Harken the words that our sung to the tune of our children and grandchildren who deserve to enjoy this gorgeous planet which is being plundered without reason. We must salvage our surroundings of earthly pleasures with our civil legacy of disobedience and passive resistance awakening the conscious of men. Ceasing war and stilling fears and giving cheer is a recipe for a botanical paradise saving our enlightenment from barbarianism and disturbing fallacy. The voices of us all in unison will plea for humanism, dignity and decency reflecting our similarity of purpose with our pursuit of happiness most angelical.

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