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
to distract us from what we really 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
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
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
of nationhood and state—
they make tribes of us rather than
a wild underbelly
of exploited people
feed the glorious machine,
colonized and colonizer
we are punished
because of where our parents were born,
and whether they were born into money
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,”
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.
I look around me,
at all human potential.
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?