The dare and the cup.

The dare and the Cup….

 

When in physical battles man standing next to man, each man looks for and defends from a weakness. The amount of men does not matter.

 

We accept this, we embrace this, from the Olympics, the our love of Football we enjoy, the concept, we train to achieve the proceeds, that metal, that Cup!

 

JFK The first leader I was introduced too, Talked about how the individual can achieve a greatness beyond the boarders of our own planet if we stood together.

 

The first African American I noticed, Was Martin Luther King Jr. A man who said that greatness is not a reflection of skin, nor sex that everyone deserves it.

 

By the chance of live I live in a small community, and within that community I live in a small complex of 77 families, all nice and divided up encircling a playground like giant wagons, a history of the west.  Not really, but then again!

 

In my little building of four equal houses, of these I will explain each of the families as best I can, building B if you will.

 

Unit One, Is a small family, displaced from the horrors of War torn Afghanistan, a father who’s twin sons play with mine in that Playground. His wife who while completely traditional walks everyday with their daughter in-law for exercise, a woman always with a kind beautiful smile reflected in her eyes and voice. Of this couple I have heard no complaint, I have seen nothing but care and concern, and they are great people if ever you met them, again reflected in their children’s laughs on that Playground.

 

Unit Four, A Mexican American family well almost, legally driven to better his life and that of his wife and young daughters he came to America to live a dream, stricken by stress he suffered a stroke, though every day you seen improvement he still struggles to walk that same everyday walk for exercise, his incredible wife works and cares for him and his two daughters, she has watched them play in that Playground for six years now.

 

Unit Three, by some luck if you will, a chance if you can, not once but now twice has an African family the last from Kenya, this one from Somalia I think refugees displaced and assisted by the World Health Organization and  a local church group. I have yet to get to know them as language for me is still a struggle, but the smiles of their daughters the excitement and laughter as play with mine on that Playground is a joy to be herd.

 

Unit Two, The drunken lost soul of a artist, the avoidist, who’s wife worries for my handicap of social interactions, for the price of an image or a poem.

 

This is repeated equally divided between the buildings through out the complex of 77 families, it is their families, the immigrants, the refugees from persecutions and the injured, the veterans of our wars both won and some lost, of wars we have not fought.

A greatness on a playground.

 

This is not a greatness of might, but a weakness of care.

This was not won by weapons but a result of them, this is not a just a pause but the games end result.

 

 

Mr. King, do I set upon the dream, the metal, and the Cup!

Mr. Kennedy is not the achievement of the many a Greatness!

 

Is our persecutions based on belief, on a boarder or out of love.

 

Was not the sonnet: “Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"”

Emma Lazarus in plagued upon the footing of such a bacon that they should fear our guns?

 

This greatness is not about violence, prosecutions and war but a result of it!

 

The killing of one is the last course of action.

 

This is the land of care.

Our stance is not to be upon the attack, but defense should one try and take that.

 

Come if will and see the dream, but remember what the dream is, remember what our greatness is, of this I do dare!

 

Mr. Transparency of the first of what three, NSA, HomeLand, and of the FBI come now what secrete, what fact will you find upon that playground, where you will find their children and mine.

 

Again I must say, of this I do dare, come if you will, to your awareness let not the greed compare to the envy of the dare.

This is the land of care.

 

What is the price of one life in the battles we so fight, are we really made to fill that playground.

 

Please don’t forget that Cup!

 

What picture of the Cup should I dare paint.