Mama said to me, baby,
when you find yourself stuck in a deep hole
just look up and see how tall you are
Rube knows that Sebastian is not in her league. As a country girl, his slick city ways are a novelty and disturbing, but everytime he honks his horn, her heart skips a mile.
She knows she would regret her actions tomorrow, yet the pull of attraction is all she can follow as she hurries to his Jaguar.
Word meaning – Rube – A rube is a country bumpkin or an awkward inexperienced, unsophisticated person. Rube is also a nickname.
HIS excuses are simply weak and empty. Using mental ill-health of the shooter as a crutch to hide behind getting the right Bills passed and doing the absolutely needful to see that the tragedy of mass murder is not a recurring decimal is the most important thing.
Mass killing should never become a norm. We should never become apathetic to such occurrences. With every incident and every loss, we lose a bit of our soul. One should never say ‘oh well‘ and shrug it off because it hasn’t happened to their loved one. At the rate these situation is degenerating you have to wonder, ‘who’s next?
When a person has been identified as a mentally ill patient, what is done to ensure that they receive the medical attention and help that they need? Is it now the right time to talk about the Elephant in the room or do we continue expressing ‘thoughts and prayers’ whilst waiting for the next barrage of killing from a sick him or her?
Words don’t mean much without action and if other Nations are able to keep these kinds of tragedies at bay then America and Her Congress owe her citizens a duty of safety and freedom of life.
Please save your thoughts and prayers
for they no longer count
These empty thoughts and prayers
only exacerbates the mind
Please keep the gun barrels rolling
for they are worth more than children’s lives
Lives you proclaim to value in the womb
yet assaulted for the price of ridiculous guns
Can you hear the silent cries of little children
hidden in cupboards, under desks and mortified in fear
There’s so much blood flowing freely
leaving stains that no one can ever mop up
Yet you stand on your podiums
and proclaim non-existent freedom and rights
where are the rights of these young ones
who can never go home anymore?
Would you donate your body parts? The thought of death always seems such a morbid topic, but it often comes to my mind especially after losing a loved family member. This is the reality of life; none of us will get out alive so we live with death drawing closer with every tick of the clock.
I pray that I will grow well into doddering old age, however, should fate decide otherwise and I cross the bridge whilst parts of me are still useful, would it not be better to give up any part that could help to keep someone else alive?
I know that my culture may not particularly favour such practices, then again, I won’t be needing them again, will I? I reckon that I would be smiling from wherever I am seeing someone else keeping a part of me alive and spreading love.
What’s your take on this?