Writings

EXODUS

Perhaps it is time to give lady liberty back?   With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" When my ancestors made their way to… Continue reading EXODUS

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Writings

America

It is the eve of election day and tonight is intense going over the idea of how things might be after tomorrow. When this song came across my feed it really hit close to home for me. The words resonate to the highest with what I have been feeling lately. Maybe it will touch base with… Continue reading America