“TEARS COME FROM THE HEART AND NOT FROM THE BRAIN.”
Leonardo da Vinci
My heart is so heavy this morning with the results of the vote that so many of my fellow Kansans feel that they should have the right to kill their child. I never saw so many lies about a vote that was financed 90% by outside interests. There must be a lot of money in murder. The movie title Murder Incorporated is taken.
The ability to articulate my disgust of seeing friends and others being so happy with the ability to take no responsibility for their actions leaves me lacking for words. So I would like to print here one of my favorite poems.
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain to dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.
The engine with murderous blood was damp and was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;
An imp, for fuel was shoveling bones, while the furnace rang with a thousand groans.
The boiler was filled with lager beer and the Devil himself was the engineer;
The passengers were a motley crew-church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew.
Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags, handsome young ladies, and withered old hags,
Yellow and black, red, brown, and white all chained together – O God what a sight!
While the train rushed on at an awful pace-the sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face;
Wider and wider the country grew, as faster and faster the engine flew.
Louder and louder the thunder crashed and brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame.
And out of the distance there arose a yell Ha’ Ha’ said the Devil, we’re nearing Hell!!
Then oh how the passengers all shrieked with pain and begged the Devil to stop the train.
But he capered about and danced for glee, and laughed and joked at their misery.
‘My faithful friends, you have done your work and the Devil never a payday shirk.
‘You’ve bullied the weak; you’ve robbed the poor, the starving brother you’ve turned from the door;
You’ve laid up gold where the canker rusts, and given free vent to your beastly lust.’
‘You’ve justice scorned, and corruption sown, and trampled the laws of nature down.’
‘You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied, and mocked God in your Hell born pride.
You have paid full fair, so I’ll carry you through, for its only right that you should have your due.’
‘Why, the laborer always expects his hire, so I’ll land you safe in the Lake of Fire’.
‘Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar, and my Imps torment you forevermore.’
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry, his clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high.
Then he prayed as he never prayed til that hour to be saved from his sin and the Devil’s power;
And his prayers and his vows were not in vain, for he never rode the Hell-bound train.
It was predicted by a third generation Kansan that “Kansas will lead the nation”, he meant that the Amendment would win and we would give example to the nation that needs to come back to its senses. As it is we are set to become a destination for murdering babies. Should the new license plates carry the motto: LAND OF CHILDRENS BLOOD, or LIVE FREE IF YOU MAKE IT, or TRAIN STATION FOR HELL?
Which would you vote for?