Inspiration Lost and Found
What will they sing about? What will they write about? Now their messiah has been crowned king and all their troubles are ended? How will they survive without the fury that fueled them for so long? Those champions of peace who peddled their own version of war in hate-saturated voices and spewed their angst until our ears rang with the violence of their words. Their hero lauded and the moment of jubilation passed, they awake from victory to find themselves bereft of inspiration, deflated of purpose. Words of beauty and love are a foreign language their lips have forgotten how to form. While we who live peace and strive to love all human kind still find inspiration and see beauty in our daily lives. We will keep singing. We will keep writing. And in their silence maybe we will be heard. We have always known it is folly to pin such hope on mortal man. For one day, the facade will wear thin and they will realize that tyranny has many faces and evil more than one brand. On that day, beware,...