Poetry By
C.B. Anderson
Published on: 1/20/2016
Uncensored and Uncensured
I, too, have had a dream: a vision in which the primacy of facts assures a measure of precision too seldom realized in acts of faith. I'm hoping for a place where all good deeds may go unpunished and honesty does not disgrace one's name; where no one is astonished by anything a human being expresses from the heart. Behold the politician disagreeing with party leadership, though told he shouldn't do it. Also note the unaffected novice writer condemned for articles she wrote because their tone was impolite— her design was only to unravel each twisted sequence of events. When freedom-loving people travel to parts unknown, they sleep in tents erected on the content of their character and not the color of anybody's skin. They love the texture of an honest dollar held jauntily between their fingers in sight of envious collec- tivists, and how its odor lingers, not quite politically correct.
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