We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger.

Where the footsteps of our children give hope for a better future.

A future of compassion and collaboration and living in truth.

But the footprints of ghosts linger still on the ground.

The masses shout “progress!” in hushed little voices.

While the past bellows through the few in bolsterous choices.

Red with hate, blue with silence.

Which direction will the footsteps of our children run?