March 2015 was in like a lion and out like a pride fattened on racism, uniformed weapons and counting down the final minutes of life -- and we can't screen swipe away the losses, whether natural causes, state sanctioned discrimination or mass murder.
Diminished by Wall Street banks, perpetual wars, private prisons, and Corporatism's financial takeover of electoral process, we are vulnerable to fear, mental health stigma, government denied food stamps, MIA Medicaid and Christians shaming Christianity in the secrets and lies of back room political idolatry, denying what Jesus promised in The Sermon on the Mount.
The question is not why innocents die, schizophrenic weather is or non-thinkers vote against love. It's
Can hope blossom from toxins dumped by reactionary Industry leaders, continuing to erase FDR's reversal of The Great Depression, with their slow erosion of The New Deal.
Can we virtually resurrect reverie from rear end rectories and retro state rectums refusing Rainbow reunification?
Can hope survive our being seduced into an all-consuming state of consumerism?
Can we imagine Lincoln's united nation dream connecting our American Dream to hope of I Have a Dream?
Does hope evaporate in the glare of the 245/277 Park Ave aggrandized few looking down on the many, as surfs in the new continental divide?
Where's the hope for us?
In any vote against state of miss-information and gridlock.