We are the Government in Exile!
Where doors close, others are newly opened.
We have walked away from “the social” to the cold embrace of robotic materialism.
Enchanted Doors
Parched are the fields.
Dried, unseeded and forlorn.
Dark sky's whipped,
By the cold winds of adversity.
The thunder rolls,
The lightning flashes,
The traitorous infidels
In full retreat.
The gods are in revolt.
Their revulsion is the hammer
whacking the anvil of disgust,
at the flagrant breaches of trust.
The songs of sorrow
Are the peal of the bells.
In times of rancorous discontent
The tone of mourning deepens.
There is no seeing, no hearing,
As the seasons change,
Doors close, where others
Burst open with radiant light.
But first, we must speak,
The vocabulary, the truths,
Of our times; stolen and debauched
By the vacuous pretenders in their rabid decline.
It is a well-worn cliché that government is by, for, and of the people. Unfortunately, none of this is true today. Over the last century, government in the West has been gutted out of existence. Its decline and erasure has been deliberate, the product of addle-brained negligence, large doses of smug complacency, and systemic and ideological corruptions.
We have been more than reckless in blindly allowing our societies to be inundated with social impacts that simply destroy the fabric of our communities.
To borrow from the field of medicine, we have become "over-medicated," resulting in societal stupor. We have walked away from social values to the cold embrace of robotic materialism.
Where government must always be representative, responsible and legitimate, none of these apply today. We are seeing the emergence of the demagoguery which is a finality, where the social collapse escalates and governance is the anarchy of caprice and psychoses.
The dialogue of crises speak volumes of truth. It is commonly said, “we are all Palestinians now.” For actual Palestinians this is a literal and bloody truth as they have been slaughtered and driven from their ancestral homeland. After 70 years of war suffering and futility their ancestral homeland is being parceled off as a real estate development, by the robotic brain dead materialists, worshiping the gold-leaf calf with a heart of pig iron, and the tongues so forked.
Politics has been reduced to tribal warfare carried out by the bribed and corrupted on behalf of the robotic greed of the 1%.
The tyrants of these post-post-so-so modern times want us to think locally while they wreak havoc globally. We are not invited on the journey and serve only as the slave galley below the decks.
Now adversity is rendered as the ultimate perversity.
We are living the torrid interregnum where dissidence becomes the interim government, ours to reclaim.
The new Ozymandias dies his tortured death, as the enchanted doors open wide—once again.
Afterword:
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Mention the word 'democracy' and so many people are paralyzed. Democracy isn't to be feared - what is to be feared indeed is what is being allowed to be done to it in our name. "The will of the people"...turned into nothing more than a myth.