The Star Spangled Truths: Remembering The Lost Children Of Liberty

The night skies will be filled with star bombs bursting in mid air as, food, fun, good times, and I am sure much laughter with great cheer will set the tone for the Spirit of the People, while America celebrates another 4th of July Holiday in commemoration of this young Nation’s  freedom from British Rule. The voice of the people has been heard for over 200 years here in the land now known as the Home of Liberty. While the American Citizens enjoy this season with much Pomp and Circumstance, a more telling tale is depicted within the plight of some of our most beleaguered Countryman.

The U.S. shores swelter with vast resources, some of our Native Son’s personal wealth exceed that of some Sovereign Nations, and many who possess the financial ability to resolve the Economic woes of the masses, yield not to the cry for emphatic human compassion. We see their struggle night and day on the platforms of the New York Subway,  the Village of the Homeless in Heartland America, on the steam vents of Hollywood’s walk of Fame, the Bayous of the South, and even on the door steps of Landmarks in our Nation’s Capitol.  From every mountain side of America the bells of “True Liberty” have yet to be heard. The Song of Liberty falls upon death ears while the simple request for spare change is deemed annoying, all along while many of America’s desolate who beg for Liberty have served her well in Foreign Wars. Lets not forget America’s poor children whose lives entail the sounds of gunshots, crime scene tape, death all around them, those who endure drug addicted parenting, and all of which has become common place even though they bare the highly coveted title of American Citizen. The sight of them pilferaging through trash for food is met with discuss, their mere rags for attire illuminates with an aroma of the darkest depths of America, and their cargo in tow tells a story of a long forgotten and seemingly invisible class of U.S. Citizens. This is their story, their struggle, and we must be reminded constantly that  they too are our Brothers and Sisters. The intelligent mind must assume that a mere rough patch in life could instantly become their reality.

 

To many here in the U.S. the Independence Day Celebration is a Patriotic and necessary endeavor, but the lives of so many will be spent grappling for basic physiological necessities. When the skyline is filled with the celebratory glare of Freedom and Liberty, we must pause to hear their cries for vindication, relief from deplore, their restoration of Human Dignity, and their longing for escape from despair. We can not celebrate with good conscience knowing that American People living on these shores remain in bondage, a captive to poverty, and seated on a lonely island starving for redemption from their fallen place. Oh American of thee I sing. Land where my father’s died, and land where the Pilgrims still Cry! God Bless America, and God Bless the Homeless today. For they too are American and long for Liberty!

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I’m David Adams

David Adams

Self proclaimed geek, Advocate for the homeless, Social Change, Crime Blogger, and mobile technology enthusiast. Recognized journalist and Human Interest Writer championing the plight of the masses whom are without a voice of their own.

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The night skies will be filled with star bombs bursting in mid air as, food, fun, good times, and I am sure much laughter with great cheer will set the tone for the Spirit of the People, while America celebrates another 4th of July Holiday in commemoration of this young Nation’s  freedom from British Rule. The voice of the people has been heard for over 200 years here in the land now known as the Home of Liberty. While the American Citizens enjoy this season with much Pomp and Circumstance, a more telling tale is depicted within the plight of some of our most beleaguered Countryman.

The U.S. shores swelter with vast resources, some of our Native Son’s personal wealth exceed that of some Sovereign Nations, and many who possess the financial ability to resolve the Economic woes of the masses, yield not to the cry for emphatic human compassion. We see their struggle night and day on the platforms of the New York Subway,  the Village of the Homeless in Heartland America, on the steam vents of Hollywood’s walk of Fame, the Bayous of the South, and even on the door steps of Landmarks in our Nation’s Capitol.  From every mountain side of America the bells of “True Liberty” have yet to be heard. The Song of Liberty falls upon death ears while the simple request for spare change is deemed annoying, all along while many of America’s desolate who beg for Liberty have served her well in Foreign Wars. Lets not forget America’s poor children whose lives entail the sounds of gunshots, crime scene tape, death all around them, those who endure drug addicted parenting, and all of which has become common place even though they bare the highly coveted title of American Citizen. The sight of them pilferaging through trash for food is met with discuss, their mere rags for attire illuminates with an aroma of the darkest depths of America, and their cargo in tow tells a story of a long forgotten and seemingly invisible class of U.S. Citizens. This is their story, their struggle, and we must be reminded constantly that  they too are our Brothers and Sisters. The intelligent mind must assume that a mere rough patch in life could instantly become their reality.

 

To many here in the U.S. the Independence Day Celebration is a Patriotic and necessary endeavor, but the lives of so many will be spent grappling for basic physiological necessities. When the skyline is filled with the celebratory glare of Freedom and Liberty, we must pause to hear their cries for vindication, relief from deplore, their restoration of Human Dignity, and their longing for escape from despair. We can not celebrate with good conscience knowing that American People living on these shores remain in bondage, a captive to poverty, and seated on a lonely island starving for redemption from their fallen place. Oh American of thee I sing. Land where my father’s died, and land where the Pilgrims still Cry! God Bless America, and God Bless the Homeless today. For they too are American and long for Liberty!

The People’s Champion

I’m David Adams

David Adams

Self proclaimed geek, Advocate for the homeless, Social Change, Crime Blogger, and mobile technology enthusiast. Recognized journalist and Human Interest Writer championing the plight of the masses whom are without a voice of their own.

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