Doctor Quote

Posted on May 1, 2017 by willjra

Human progress isn’t measured by industry. It’s measured by the value you place on a life. An unimportant life. A life without privilege. That boy who died on the river, that boy’s value is *your* value.

The Doctor

Don’t worry, everything will work out. And then you die.

Posted on February 25, 2017 by willjra

Don’t Listen To Me

Posted on February 13, 2017February 20, 2017 by willjra

You can’t change your spots
They’re a part of you.
You can’t change the system
It’s always been that way
You can’t change the world
It’s too big, you re only a part.

So don’t speak out
You don’t want to be embarrassed
Don’t march in the streets
That’s what criminals do
Don’t give to a cause
They just keep it for themselves
Don’t campaign
You’ll just waste a weekend

Don’t bother voting
It’s such a bother
You’ve got work, and bills to pay
Groceries to buy, laundry to do
That ticket and busted taillight
The cough and no appointment

Everything is fine
The world is great
Again.

The New Colossus

Posted on February 6, 2017 by willjra

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 (November 2, 1883)

In suffering

Posted on February 5, 2017 by willjra

In suffering we thrash about
Desperate for even a brief respite
From the electric fence that
Bars us from our Just peace.
As our pain envelopes us
We become indifferent to the damage
Our struggling inflicts upon our fellow travellers.
In turn they lash out blindly
Trying to escape their own pain
And the spiked wheel turns.
It takes an incredible force of will

To hold still
Grab the wheel and slow the turn.

It in much easier to give in
To the opiates of rage and indignation
With their hollow promises
Of simple easy solutions.