When America Finds Her Heart, America Will Find Her Soul

I see the faces.
The little girls in pretty sun dresses. The little boys proudly showing off their new sneakers and baseball caps. Playing in playgrounds on swing sets that now lie empty.
Can we see their faces? Do our consciences ache for them? Do we feel an abiding sense of loss, knowing that we will never have the opportunity to know them? Is there any compassion, any empathy in any corner of our hearts for them?
These kids were created to live and to thrive, but instead they became a sacrifice for someone else’s idea of life, someone else’s idea of liberty. Yet the specter of discarded children bespeaks of neither life nor liberty. We see not. We feel not. We know not. And America continues to lose its soul….

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