Forum Post: written by another

Today, I find that my passion laid thousands of miles from my home, although my heart feel as it is beating next to yours. Bonded by a common purpose, shall we see the fruition of a Goal only to have it guided by the dictations of the wealthy? I speak Now, Not as of myself, but for the unheard voice of yours, mine, our unborn, our vibrant born, the ones that we have already raised and had dreams of great expectations for. Only to see the dreams of millions evaporated by the wisp of a stroke of a pen, the unheard voice of a back room deal. May our voices of not one generation, but a multitude be heard, May the sounds of the people who once had a home , a life , a dream, just a short few years ago, who now live in a relocated tent cities far from view of the metropolis be heard. Raise your voice high!! Demand to be heard, yet be still with the anger of the heart, May peace hold your actions. Musabe 9