All of my words, my writing, my thoughts ... you can find me at www.dawngarcia.com I have devoted my time to that site and to the various writing projects I'm working on. Please feel free to post comments and give me bits of you. I will be thoughtful ... I will post here for a while and duplicate my other blog so enjoy: Guantánamo Bay and the polarization of betrayal When is it that the human soul is no longer subject to the torture under the laws of disobedience but instead given an open door with no boundaries? Can you take a man held in darkness, dismantled by the hands of those who swore to be just and lawful and then ask him to forget the dismal life forced onto him? The hands that crept through the bars containing a child, conflicted with patriotism and family duties; the hands that placed themselves around his youthful neck and gnawed away at his sullen disposition only to then tell him ... you are free. Please don’t cause us harm. We never meant to destroy you. They say this to the flesh staring back at them with eyes vacant and filled with disdain ... no longer the eyes of the innocent but the eyes of seething hatred and, can you, in any pure conscience expect anything less than the mighty wrath of vengeance? The answer ... simply - no. The venomous poison that has been the Bush Administration has gathered in pools and left behind toxicity - now pouring itself into a prison filled with unspoken cruelty, international injustice, the cadence of ill-fated mindsets now marching in unison to the promise to bring down our once high-esteemed house. No longer will the global community endure the bastardization of our nation and instead may welcome the face of change but within them, allow to linger the foreshadowing of human disarmament. Can we blame them? The citizens of this great nation stood by and allowed laws to be passed. We cowered in the face of a revolution and left our words to be swept away with the winds of ignorance. We did not demand more and now that we have, it will be an endless climb, all uphill, to remake our image - to give the shameless gray spattered cloth a bleaching. Perhaps oxidizing our relapse of negligence will shed a little light on the hope we hear chanted in the streets - permeating in the water-downed air now polluted with lies, heartache, bloodshed, screams, toxic waste, chloroform, wicked ways; fumes buried beneath carbon dioxide and useless bigotry, concealed deep under the clergymen’s robes tainted with stains of malice and greed - the stagnant err of remorse ... the air we breathe in with slight hesitation but inhale all the same. We cannot erase the formidable blunders of our previous monstrosities. We must not allow our minds to be dusted with sugar and blasphemed with hope. We can infiltrate this world and spread beauty and change like a welcome disease affixing ourselves deep beneath the surface - if only we can persuade our intellect to lay across those around us like a blanket of truth and action. If we can be triumphant in this then indeed hope and change is upon us.
