On Injustice

I write because the rules of the game were never meant for us.

Struggling to flourish on this earth…

our voices marred by systematic and ideological forces

we, the many, outweighed by the few.


Told that there is not enough for us

food, water, shelter—

they have divorced us from the very means of our own power.


Witnessing the theater of the politicians

who make speeches but speak no words…


they make spectacles,

they build stadiums

and stages.


Dazzling illusions

to distract us from what we really are—





Immortality and



We are

the change, the courage –

the force of transformation

the righteous anger and the fury.


I lend my voice

to the many—

all deserving to be heard.


Capable of choice,

I believe in humanity.

I believe in our collective ability

to bring harmony and justice

to the inequalities of this world.


The powerful tell us

that we cannot make our own decisions,

that we are uneducated, unaware…


and yet even those who went to college

cannot afford to eat.


The majority are not

provided for

in these unjust systems,

but the few who benefit from the scheme

claim there are no alternatives.

There is no justice—no sense to their madness.


There is no retribution

nothing guaranteed

in a game with unjust rules.

Greed and selfishness, aggression


material wealth rewarded


success… defined by material excess…


There are those

whose parents suffered, whose grandparents suffered

at the hands of the system

and are further punished,

because they are not fit the image

of who wins in the system

by proxy: they are not a part of the system.


Those who ask questions,

are barred by unspoken terms,

outcast, and silenced

by manipulation



into notions

of nationhood and state—

they make tribes of us rather than

a fellowship


a wild underbelly

of exploited people

feed the glorious machine,

colonized and colonizer

go on…


we are punished

because of where our parents were born,

and whether they were born into money


they say

it is the only way—

but I say it is their way,

because I believe in the human imagination.

I believe in our potential.


I am enraged

at the abuses charged onto the many.

“That’s just the way it is,”

they say.


We are bound only

by our self imposed limitations,

by the cages we create for one another.


I have felt trapped.  I have felt despair.  I have felt caught in a series of ideological forces

that do not favor me.  They do not favor my family or my friends.


I am told that there is no other way.

That poverty, struggle, and mental illness

are simply a way of life.


And yet

I look around me,

at all human potential.

I wonder

why there is no free energy?

How food and shelter and safety

are not guaranteed for everyone?


How can decency be only given to the few?

For all our technologies, our advances

we cannot provide stability,

we cannot provide security, a sense of

peace and well-being

to all peoples, to all sentient beings?