Change Ahead

Everything that rises must converge; but only in newly tilled lands of intended consequences.

History is a tough, unrelenting taskmaster.
We are but children in the enchanted forest, disenchanted in obtuse times.
So steadfast in our refusal, so childish in our obstinance,
we fail to see that history is the master of our fates.
It waits, available for knowing,
yet we offer no tribute and refuse to bend the knee.
Everything becomes a woeful tale from days gone by,
told in the land of unintended consequences—
where everything that rises must converge,
where every action demands reaction.

History is the grey-bearded storyteller,
its voice steady and confident from the shadows of time.
A metronome of our existence—
tick, tick, ticking away.
But we are the tardy students in a kinetic world,
deaf to its rhythms, blind to its cycles.

Now we arrive at the culmination of another soap opera of human folly.
Once, we fought the greatest war,
grieved in token gestures,
repented with mock solemnity for the millions lost—
for the nations wrecked, for humanity submerged.
We made lofty proclamations
while quietly resuming our old ways.

The higher immorality was retread,
re-masked—another chapter in the great book of under-learning.

Tyranny now stands unmasked.
The basement crazies have taken the executive suites.
Rent is past due on their gilded cages,
but the landlord is nowhere to be found.
The silence—tarnished, sullen.
Somewhere, the sound of distant banging
of hollow-core doors with rusted hinges.

The West is stuck in a century past,
running thirty years late with hat in hand.
Empire is for dead men walking,
adrift in soulless, twitchy limbo.
These warriors of self-immolation
hold us hostage to their assorted dementations.

To shun our humanist legacy—
that, perhaps, is the next-to-last perversity.

The roadway is always marked: CHANGE AHEAD.
Where everything that rises must converge.
Where unintended consequences are much too costly.
Where the future, if it is to be won,
must become a celebration of human virtue and harmony.

Fallow fields must be re-cultivated—
and planted anew.

Afterword…

There is no doubt that the world is undergoing one of the greatest and most consequential transitions in human history. We now live in a globalized landscape where choices affect not millions, but billions of lives—where misjudgments can lead to entrenched, long-lasting tyrannies that are both devastating and wholly unsustainable.

Powerful forces in the increasingly despotic West cling to the illusion that their influence is absolute and enduring. Yet their grasp weakens by the day as they spiral toward self-immolation. In contrast, a new, more legitimate and just world order is emerging—one that promises to extinguish the remnants of outdated and delusional Western leadership.

This crisis is deep, enduring, and resistant to quick fixes. It demands a full measure of our mettle. And perhaps it is precisely the staggering scale of the upheaval that signals the potential for renewal—that this bitter reckoning may galvanize future leaders, emboldened by the will to ensure such folly is never repeated.

What we’re witnessing now is a passage, a critical transition on the time line of history. But there is hope—there is a light at the end of the tunnel, if we have the resolve to shape it so.

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