It’s in our hearts. In our families. In our blood. Spilled upon the earth, soaked in generation after generation for one war or another that the rich deemed our war. NO MORE.
Of all the men and women who wear the cloth, I have yet to meet a real shepherd.
We all need more compassion so we can work this through like mother and child.
Most of my life people have wanted to beat me, whether physically or metaphorically, and I’ve never understood why.