Amid the chaos of our cluttered world, sometimes we have only but a past moment, something distinctly different from all the other colorless days. And that one solitary moment, the one we treasure with fondness and love gives us something to cling to when we can no longer see a single thread of light. Those rare moments exist to reassure us during the times when the dark dares to snuff out our light. That one blessed memory is often what unexpectedly sees us through.
I miss my America, the land of the free and the home of the brave. Every day I see sadness, war beaten faces from battlefields, found in my own backyard. We used to be one nation united under God. We were indivisible with liberty and practiced justice for all. But how many people even remember our nation’s promised pledge. The allegiance we swore to the flag of our forefathers, is a promise we failed to keep. The roots of our republic have somehow been forgotten and the turmoil caused from present day happenings has torn the unity straight from our hearts. It’s a dishonor to our nation, but even more so a disgrace to our God. Freedom of speech never gave us the right to ruin what our brave forefathers fought to defend.