Sojourner

“you shall not oppress the immigrant since you yourself know the feelings of an immigrant ...” -Exodus 23:9

I am a sojourner.  A foreigner in a foreign land.  Making my way the best I can among a people led by entitled fools who think themselves gods.  I've shed the delusion of privilege from my WASP heritage for the simple joys of plying a trade in the service of truth.  I wait patiently for the return of my king and look for members of my tribe wherever I go.

I want no part of your stupid civil war.  I refuse to don the partisan uniform - red or blue.

Like all immigrants, I have no real power beyond my freedom of choice to refuse the comforts of compliance with these equally idiotic agendas.

What I can do is mourn the tragedy these violent fools inflict on the innocent and weep for the widows and orphans they've made.

Whether they report for duty in balaclavas and body armor or gender-bent fashion, they perpetuate and escalate hate and violence, refusing to accept the other's humanity.

Be your surname Kirk, Robinson, Good, Ross, Trump or Crooks, you've left tears and scars in your wake.  And you've suffered as well.  But it was your choices that put you in front of the cameras and increased the burdens of your responsibility beyond you and yours.

Whether through ego, unchecked emotions, unrealistic ambitions or expectations, you've put yourselves on a stage that should be reserved for leaders and heroes.  Now a nation desperate for hope and vision is subjected to a pathetic display of finger-pointing and rationalization of actions that make a mockery of the high ideals of this so-called great nation.

I am a sojourner, and I long for my home and my people.  How long until the lies, manipulations and violence stop?