As I sit here, watching the antics of the election campaign I reflected on how I would feel if I were this glorious country. The following is what I think I would feel and would be crying out for help. it is a simple essay.
Tears of sadness fill my soul as I watch my people tear me apart. I was born to provide freedom and shelter to those who were discriminated against. However, throughout my life, I have watched many a shameful act by people who thought they owned me. But the foolish souls they are, did not realize that I am not the property of any one group, rather I am the property of freedom loving souls who live and let live.
These last few years have been exceptionally painful, as all my virtues, my dreams, my strengths have been exploited and weakened by misdirected leaders, seeking the ultimate in power which is ruinous to my spirit. Oh, but don’t they see how it pains me so? How it pains me to see my name being dragged in the mud by friendly allies, all because of the hunger for power of a few? Do they not realize that they are perpetuating unfairness, shackling of freedoms and loss of privacy in the name of nameless ambiguous security threats? Deep in my heart I know that the perpetrators do realize the power they gain by exploiting my strengths, and that is what saddens me more.
The current campaign to elect a leader to guide me out of my misery is exposing some of the evil in my people as well. The name-calling, intolerance, electoral mischief, immoral acts, is sapping what little dignity I have left. The goal of the elected leader should be to cleanse my soul of the pain and shame. It is my wish, hope and desire that my people will come together to help the leader achieve this goal.
It is also painful to see the ugliness of people being exploited towards the short-sighted goal of attaining this leadership. If leadership is attained by these despicable methods, then I will wish for nothing but a swift death of me and allow the hyenas of greed, hatred, and intolerance feast on my decaying body. However, I will be at peace with the knowledge that, once my carcass is consumed, these hyenas will starve to death. I will be at peace also knowing that from the ashes of my body, a glorious new life will emerge, and the beacon of a new America will shine brightly.
This is a cry of despair and pain from me, and I hope you hear it loud and clear. I am crying out for your help in cleansing my soul so that I do not have to die and be reborn to assume my former glory. I would rather discover my lost glory in this life. It is not for the love of my immortality that I wish for this cleansing, but for the love of you and yours.
The glorious symbol of mine, the eagle is in pain too. Blinded by tears of pain and shame, the eagle is wandering the wilderness, hopelessly lost and stumbling. Cleansing me will enable the eagle to land on firm ground, recover and be able to spread its glorious wings and soar the free skies again.
The United States of America