The talk was over. The war is on. No more trying, tribulated, fragile facade of a piece of peace. Waiting, waiting for the treasured-held cargo of the ship Freedom to come a blowing in. The Freedom would sail. The Freedom would save only with an all-out win on the dead souls of war’s bloodshed.
But for the man who held the hearts and led the cause behind a closed, cold steel door and space consumed by encircled bars. The tragedy to free shackled minds and souls would be a total barbaric and unrepairable end to a country needing justice, fairness and equality through dialogue and peaceful changing as slow as it can be.
The palm of hearts held strong and the Evolution born in revolution which overtime became the evolution against the tide of “total destruction and was of the Freedom’s cargo – human flesh – There is no living if nothing is left. There must be change; there must be reasoned civilly correct peace. This is the gift of one man and the millions of people unnamed who took a stand, and under the right conditions bravely said no more without a bloody war.
A walk hand-in-hand. All hope and trust in this man, who held the drum beat hearts of millions in the palm of his unmarked hands.
