First I Felt Sorrow
When Trump went to trial, the outcome had already been decided.
When the verdict was announced, it was like an obituary. Proof of death. I felt sorrow.
Like a blue star being shredded by a black hole, our country is being shredded by nefarious operators looking to extinguish our country’s pride and work ethic in order to make us Serfs under totalitarianism.
Sorrow for the land of our ancestors. We lost 620,000 in a civil war to keep us United. The sacrifice is nulled with the ongoing events.
We are starting to look like Russia.
This country has lost its sense of being.
Pink Floyd said it best in this song/Poem
Published here for their meaningful significance in this ocasión under “fair use.” (Link)
The Lyrics for “Sorrow:”
“The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can’t be precise
He’s chained forever to a world that’s departed
It’s not enough, it’s not enough
His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
His knees have trembled and given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river roll
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There’s an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there’s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder than words
Of promises broken”
Source: LyricFind
Songwriter: Dave Gilmour
Sorrow lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC
It is sad year for America.
I love and will always love the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution whose spirit has been raped by the Deep State.
