The Chickens Have Come Home To Roost

There has been a lot of hate speech lately cloaked in the garb of political views. With the election of our 44th president many people felt they where being left behind. Funny how those that benefited the most are now beginning to feel the power of the oppressed. The guilt of oppression must have caused quite a chill. How can the oppressor expect justice from the oppressed?

Now, the anger surfaces. Change is not welcomed. Change leaves behind those who fear it most. Like a child with his favorite toy, sharing is not an option.

Reasonable discourse has been proven a myth. A joke. Violent action called for by those who never wanted to talk, never wanted to change.

Now, a legally elected official lies shot because you didn't want to share the throne. Some would kill to keep what little they have; rather than share with those who have even less.

The first shot was heard today. You have put cross hairs on people and never expected someone, somewhere, was looking for an excuse to make their voice heard with the guns you supplied.

We didn't fire the first shot. We continue to try to reach you; in your hatred in mistrust. We try to make you our brother, though you don't even recognize our humanity. We try to appeal to you and you yell, "Stop pulling the race card!"

You have blood on your hands. You do evil to those who would sit down with you...if you weren't such a bat-shit crazy racist.