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Poem : A Wildflower’s Plea
I feel sorry for the state of humanity. Oh thee who obeys silly rules. Why would you dare to enforce these policies? Why? Please if you're reading this, Tell Me.
I'm begging you to see reason. I have been an outcast in my hometown for two years.
Why are we segregating our hometown?
Why are we still doing this to ourselves?
I'm begging you to see reason. Think about it.
We're building the walls to our own prison... Can't you see it?
I had a job offer a couple weeks ago.
We were both excited to chat and see if it could work. Because I am an honorable man, I told her where I stand up front. I am firmly no-vax, no-mask. I was turned away because “Policies” were dictated from on-high.
I wish we could learn our lessons from history...
Lest we repeat our mistakes over and over.
I wish I could have a beer at the Legion
but they have a Policy. Why do we Remember?
I know my rights are not given, they are taken away. They are inherent as are my obligations.
I stand by my Decision. I have hurt no one.
I know my rights are not granted by a charter. That Charter exists to protect my Rights.
What have we become?
We each make our own decisions and live with the consequences.
It’s Cause, and Effect.
That doesn’t change because the Cariboo Regional District creates tyrants of policy.
And still we obey without question?
I'm begging you to see reason.
Think about it.
If I chose to enforce division and tyranny, I would have to look myself in the mirror
each and every day and live with my conscience.
This is my plea,