IF BLUEBIRDS FLY THEN WHY, OH WHY, CAN'T I

FOR ALL THE YOUNG MEN

Here’s to all the young men –

Who have thrown a noose over a beam in the haymow.

Those who have sat by the water with the shotgun, contemplating who to shoot first.

Those who would put the muzzle in their own mouth.

Those who have driven unfamiliar Nebraska country roads too fast at night.

Who drown their talents in bad whiskey to seek oblivion.

Who marry for validation.

Those who sob into their pillow at night because it is not getting better.

And they can’t express their angst to anyone.  No one.  Because no one can handle 

such unspeakable things.

For the sensitive ones without the hardcock assurance that the jocks take as their birthright.

For those in the hinterlands who would run but have no idea of where to find asylum.

For those who already know the policeman is not their friend.

Those who have endured the flaming words of flaming hate.

Support the ones who would spring the trap and drop into a permanent oblivion.

Persevere.  Endure.  Your day will come.  Don’t give up.  Keep 

the faith.  You are the strong ones tempered in the flaming words of hate.

                                                                             Daniel Wenger     

                                                                             For me.

                                                                             January 20, 2013
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Daniel Wenger 2013                                               Reblogged from Jan. 20, 2013