A herald – An old speech I wrote for my ego.

I found this while rummaging through some old essays and poetic babble this afternoon. I wrote this peace for myself, to give myself hope that one day people would not struggle against the very nature of freedom and acceptance. I had convinced myself that far into the future I would find myself standing amongst a crowd of people and I would have nothing to say. I wanted to be prepared.

On this day, a day like any other, a great testament will change its nature towards the path of history. No longer will the half hearted gods of hypocritical men rain down injustice in a tempest of ignorance and over indulgence. No more will men and women, boys and girls of all colors and creeds lay cowered in the corners while unbridled violence rocks the institutions of their security. I stand before you, a man, a son and a brother, but in all these masks I wear, I refuse to done the colors of victimization. Just as you too have faced adversity and pushed aside the shackles of bigotry, we must come together and summon a great force on which the winds of righteousness will prevail. Although we stand united without the aids of gods or doctrines, our voices will echo with the purity of thought and absence of fear.

I await the day when the laws of mankind are tempered with reason and not the blood soaked hands of necropolitan deities, a time in which common sense dictates the inalienable rights of all men, not that of dogma. So battered is my pride, that my words tempt to drip with venom, yet above my fury I all too well understand the value of a dignity most high, a dignity all of you share with me today.

No longer will blood shed in the name of scripture; no longer will tears be colored in the hue of absent holiness. In the great storms of our lives we will weather their relentless attacks, knowing full well that one day our dedication will be fruitful and our victories many. Throw off oppression, cast down the shadowy figures and puppets that walk amongst us, for no man among you is above your calling. No man among you can call you his slave and no man among you shall be heard calling master.

I hold, with my hands fully extended, the hope that one day men and women can love freely, no matter the pious doctrines and backwards religions of the minorities. I see in my eyes the vision that one day the words, “we hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal”, will shine like a beacon for all to see and with this singular and constant light, all indignities throughout the course of human history will be for not.

The power to change the world is in your hands, it is in your children’s hands and the hands of future generations. With this knowledge nothing can stop you, neither man, nor machine nor antiquated gods. I cry to you, rise up! Rise up and rebel! Let the world hear our anger and let that cry echo in a new era. Let no man push asunder and leave no stone unturned in the journey for freedom and equality. Let it be known to the masses incensed around the globe, that if god won’t bring about a revelation, our whispers will tremble the earth and ignite a revolution.

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