My World.

Living in a world where it’s better to be rich and guilty than poor and innocent. The historically oppressed whose ancestors fought for their social freedom, equality and right to normality catapulted back into an age of conspiratorial discrimination.  

Living in a world where the matters of the heart are dictated to us by those we, ironically, put in position to ensure our freedom of thought, expression and speech.  Love is Love and our hearts are ours to give to whomever we choose yet if we want to honour that bond we must ensure we have the politically correct type of love.

Living in a world where religion dictates peace and is the catalyst to death and destruction. As long as there has been any sort of God there has been killing in his name. Countries stained with the blood of the innocent who have paid the price in the name of divinity.

But then I also live in a world where the amazing courage of a select and noble few has enabled yolks to be broken and burdens lifted liberating people and propelling them into greatness.  Smiling in the face of segregation and ignoring the plea of ignorance.

I also live in a world where the institution doesn't stop people giving their hearts away freely, easily and unconditionally. Honouring the fundamental principles of the covenant more so than those granted with the privilege in the first place.

A world where, the world itself can take your happiness, your freedom, even your life but it can’t take away your faith. Faith so strong it would have the mother of a boy shot in cold blood offering nothing but forgiveness to the perpetrator.