If I cannot be me, should I not speak, should I not move? Insane is all about me, so no one cares and no one listens. So I become mute and stiff as a tree, I now am only a living witness to future passed me by as history repeated daily, dictated by calendar filled with repeating events beyond my control or creation while I watch myself wither and die. The past has enslaved me to this pissed and blood soaked land, forced to labor and compete against my own, it is survival by barbarian rules – possession is law, and one must pimp, prostitute, and extort to live. It is Hell, everyone is hate incarnate and the death of our children is our fault and failed responsibility in the faith we should have in one another for we could be smart beings surviving impossible conditions together. This Angel will remain silent and still, quietly observing the ignorance as you continue to place judgments of worth upon each other. This world is far from free, equal, peaceful, prosperous, or sane for that matter. The war against the Human race is still in full swing and genocide is our common theme. The simple common sense of a natural born citizen of Earth is that sharing and volunteering provides for all good mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons guaranteeing the best survival for all and if this world existed a planet of people peaceful in cooperation than World Peace would already exist, the fact that that is not the current condition of this Earth greeting every new Life proves you too are still a tiny bug thinking small and still competing with your own for survival. You are the reason world peace is not here and not now. Wake up and be Here Now so tomorrow’s future is different and always new. I have a voice and it would be nice to be in good company to use it. Till then, I’ll just be the mute tree watching and still trying to provide you with Oxygen 'till you cut me down.