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As I sit back in my safe and loving home,

I start to hear many things that otherwise I would have never known.

I hear a sound that makes my entire soul cringe and roll around inside.

I hear the anger, the hate, and the pain that is coming from America today.

I hear the pain from the families of the soldiers fighting in the unneeded war,

Wondering if there is any chance of seeing these brave souls again.

I hear the sadness of the fatherless/motherless children,

I hear their crying, such wailing sounds.

I hear the hate of the president from all around me.

I hear confusion and wonder of unneeded war?

Why did we have to send so many people to their deaths?

Why didn’t he listen to us?

As I sit and listen in my safe and loving home,

The cries of pain, anger, and wonder get louder,

Such an unbearable sound.

After minutes, which seemed like hours went by,

The ferocious sound subsided to merely a whisper.

I listened harder and harder in my own safe house.

I heard nothing but complete silence,

I stare into the darkness and realize what I have just heard.

I heard the cries of America that so badly needed to be heard.

I sit stunned in my own little house,

A voice comes out of the darkness,

A voice, just one voice, so mystical and so true.

A voice that says you are me and I am you.

Then the voice is gone,

It is no more.

You are I and I am you?

I think to myself what does that mean and what am I to do?