I Want To Come Home From Listening To Political Speech

It is easy to remain quiet because I think I have it pretty good compared to the unemployed and the ones who discovered that they don't have medical insurance to cover an illness.

It is very tempting to close the door when you get home and pretend not to hear the wail of the police vehicle or the ambulance. I realize some people are helping other people because it is their job. Hey it isn't my job to save faceless strangers who don't understand what's going on. Or is it?

I realize that if it's my voice, just my voice, no body would care. Or would they? If I don't speak out then there would be silence. Soon other voices will fill it and my home isn't going to be the quiet place I once knew.

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