Today’s prompt was the word “Share.” I think the world needs a little more sharing. Give freely, love freely, be free.
“He will give you the shirt off his back if you need it,” they say. “He’s just that type of guy.”
“Taxation is theft,” he says, “no one is entitled to the fruit of my labor.”
When the six o’clock news drips blood down the front of your television, who will mourn? When funding cuts leave your child behind, who will teach him?
“He is a good man,” they say. It may be true. He may just stand on principle.
Avarice itself doesn’t kill, but poverty abandons the most vulnerable every year. Through brutality or hunger, people die.
© 2016 H.R. Stephens