No celebration, for I’ve landed in a far away land
Were life is stark, skies are fire and brimstone
the world I knew, has gone
betrayed by lies, greed, aggression and wars
where once I heard songs and cries of love and pride
where man stood side by side
exploring and discovering with gladness and expectations
for a brand new life, in unexplored lands
Flags flew proudly across the skies
Children learned of the history of the land
the many lives, lost for one cause or another,
BUT it was through hardships that we grew strong and free
Cultures came together – differences were worked out
we were proud and we knew God, we knew love,
we respected and knew gratitude, we knelt on Sundays, we prayed.
Somewhere, dignity and self respect got lost along the way
Oh, nature still abounds, even in shell shocked countries
Where children live amongst the horrors of war
They awake to the sound of gunfire, they sleep under battle torn roofs
True, in North America our skies are still blue
and in gardens, the roses still bloom
But peace is no longer sown across the land
These are my thoughts .. mine alone… they are simply the musings
of my worn and weary mind.
Do I want to wear the happy colours of celebration..
Is sincerity of heart, body and mind, also a thing of the past.
Are words like tenderness gone, is genuine caring (actions without hidden reasons) a history.. oh wait.. in todays world, if we don’t like or don’t understand something, we shoot it, burn it down, or bury it.
Right.
I am sorry if I have offended anyone, but honesty with you, is what and who I am.
Celebrate the day, celebrate family. tomorrow is another day.
dymoonblog 
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Sometimes we get distracted by the big headlines, and we wonder why people don’t change overnight. We forget to take an honest look back and remember. People ARE doing good for others. Delivering food, making masks, starting honest discussions. Unfortunately, those activities don’t make good headlines.