Last Breathe

It started as a barely audible murmur, but as time past and frustrations grew, more and more people took up the cry and the low rumble became a roar, a roar of discontent and outrage. A roar that even now sweeps across the land, swelling in volume as it goes. It’s loud, incessant, and demanding and it can be heard all over America. It’s the sound of the people. The ordinary citizens of this country standing up and crying out for an end to this war without merit, this war that has drained America, this war that offers only new terrorists, stronger enemies and more dead Americans to fill the empty coffers and coffins of our land.

Have no doubt America, we the people have done our job. We have raised our voices, first whispering then shouting our dissent. We have communicated our message over the airwaves, across the internet, in the streets and from the ballot box. We continue to yell, but our leaders plug their ears even as they nod in acknowledgement to us. They pretend to hear our pleas; they feign interest in our concerns, but most our deaf to our loudest screams. They patronize the people, the average Americans of our nation, with their mimicked agreement, but once tucked back into the presumed safety of their cocoons of power they continue to vote to fund this war with no deadline for withdrawal in sight.

Yes, the halls of Congress are well insulated from the noise of the people and the White House is utterly sound proof. So the din, the cacophony we’ve raised so loudly falls to silence as it reaches this nations capitol. It dies not slowly, not naturally, oh no, it is slain. Stabbed and pierced through the very heart, our democracy gasps for breathe.