I am tired and I am broken. I have been for a very long time.<\/p>\n
Every day, I come home from the burning heat or freezing cold and have no time to waste.<\/p>\n
I spend my afternoons and evenings reading notes and writing papers,<\/p>\n
Plenty of times I forget to eat.<\/p>\n
I wake up every morning in a big empty house,<\/p>\n
I down vitamins, put my breakfast in my pocket, and start another long day.<\/p>\n
I dream of a chance to disconnect the wiring,<\/p>\n
to see the world as something other than facts, figures, and formulas.<\/p>\n
I wish to lie back and watch as the world swivels and spins around its inferno .<\/p>\n
But then one day, watching the last speech of Dr. King, I see a crime.<\/p>\n
Heads lowered, eyelids shut, and interest lost.<\/p>\n
How is this possible? To hear the parting words of a great man and martyr<\/p>\n
and stare at the phone in your crotch instead?<\/p>\n
When Robert Kennedy talks, even more heads go down.<\/p>\n
His speech to soothe the hatred of a leader\u2019s death is met with apathetic ears<\/p>\n
It is a landscape of large abandoned shells.<\/p>\n
If I rapped my knuckles, the echo would last till doomsday.<\/p>\n
I am tired and I am broken, yet the voices of these men grant me new strength.<\/p>\n
I rise above my fatigue and hunger and pain to hear them speak.<\/p>\n
Their faith in a world where all men are truly created equal lifts my spirits but lowers their heads.<\/p>\n
According to Aeschylus, children are meant to preserve the fame of men after their deaths,<\/p>\n
They leave it to crumble.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am tired and I am broken. I have been for a very long time. Every day, I come home<\/p>\n