The Objectionarys Objects.

Don't we all at some point in our live objects to smoeone or somethings in a very
defiance  way? Because given no alternative we came to this conclusion that a
a definite measure will have to be taken. If this is it,I might have to give up my life.
                   
Who want to die just for dieing sake? No one yak! we love life. People are not
 foolish when it comes to life and death situation. Life is to live, and all one disire is
 to get the best out of living.It is a God given privilege, and this love triangle with
 life is something we all hold dear to our hearts, and will do what necessary to
 preserve it.

Consequently I praise all legitimate loving freedom fighters from the drawn of
civilization. Glazing through the vestibule of time, and now light is shining on us
then we must allow it to shine on other as well

On like our christain faith and the walk of faith, democracy is always on trails.
Daily it goes vigorously through all the elememts of human imperfections. It is
constandly  in the refining business held accounable by the court room of world
opinions . It should, for only then can we maintain its strenght, and fix its
weaknesses  .

Democracy as so much to be desire, inspire of our in fight about the rules and
laws of the games played. I do share the ideals of those who needed to be a
part of such enterprising system. The protesting Egyptains and other who are
simple asking for the chance to live and do things there way. I do hope in the
end they too will gain their freedom in this wise.

For me the charted course of life and specially the uncharted is by God's grace,
with this confidence and this hope I press forward and I do pray for them in this
endaverour .


                                                     The Objectionarys Objects.

                                       In ivory towers and low plains, the rich and poor, and
                                       I'll add whoever comes between the photographic lenses
                                       of my existence. Freedom denied so I object, with
                                       collateral damage in the end.
                                            
                                       In solidarity then I must stand ready to be difiance to
                                       causes that drew me.Alone or with other rapture in pain
                                       before the world in places where evil closes its doors in
                                       an me, even shrouded in clouds of mystery.
                                      
                                       Tell me how long I must object carrying loads for liberty
                                       that evaded my grandfather. Now his grandchild is in a
                                       bloody fight,and is no telling when he will die.
                                  
                                       The objectionarys, and violent suppression began,
                                       protect in the end. How is the raging boisterous wind
                                       creating works of arduous effects. Make no mistake this
                                       is for those who can deal with scornful rules
                                       .
                                       O clouds of glooms in the streets and the nation's cells.
                                      The objectionarys, one sacrifice a day, two at night
                                       another at the crack of drawn. I must object, it is the
                                       life I live. On an my tomb stone, if there is one, crave
                                       it in bold blue, the OBJECTORS, OBJECTS.                                       
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