The heavens poured out her due, wings bathed in strife gluttony flung itself over cities and towns ravenous structures fed by desperate streets, the flesh sleeps with debt wantonness like a ghost walks by daylight tugging at the sleeve of survival.
Nothing happens in plain site. Authoritarianism begins with ”for the greater good,” the smallest of steps disguised in goodness. No one goes to bed on Tuesday and wakes up a week later in communism. You go to bed on Tuesday and wake up years later in communism.
Stigmas fall like rain upon the backs of the young, souls rooted to broken stone. There are no sidewalks here only streets. Colors fade to gray. There are no homes here only government structures erected as gods creeping through the veins of the hungry. Restless dreams given from broken walls, taken captive by plates filled with rationed mantras sung by those who hear but do not listen. Poverty like a cancer grows binding the arms of the young to whispers from stone.
“Every politician should have to live on the same streets their polices loom over.”
Those running for office will say, “Who does government work for?!” The answer has proven itself over the years, government works best for the politicians. Politicians exempt themselves from stagnant wages, mandated healthcare rationed meals rationed medications walking to work because the car broke down and there’s not enough to fix it despite the fact that someone works 2-3 jobs, exempt from the true effects of a corrupt economic system whether that be capitalism or socialism, despite the fact that someone works 2-3 jobs and still needs to go to the food pantry, a political figure running for the presidential office will never be so affected by stagnant wages that they need to stand in line at a food pantry, exempt from hunger, using a stove to heat a small area in the kitchen boil water on a stove to bathe because stagnant wages have made it impossible to keep up with rising costs. So who does government work for? The government itself. *picture: Bridgeport Ct. the New York Times
Truth shouldn’t cost anything, the only time truth is costly is when there’s a war against it. Corrupt governments protect the corrupt. Thieves protect the thief. Liars protect the lie. Politicians create and protect political rhetoric.
You comply your way into tyranny. You can’t comply your way out. The road to tyranny is paved with the best of intentions, dressed in humanity, tyranny has proven to be the most inhumane especially toward those they claim to want to lift up. The only ones who benefit from a system of tyranny are those who implement it.
All the stores were the same, the workers all sung the same song an homage to the new system, those who differed in the slightest were refused.
I kept my pace against the crowds as many were walking the other way. The letters on the cardboard signs were all the same. I heard them chanting, the words seemed to parrot the language of the new world system.
A hand grabbed my arm, a firm voice said, “come this way! You will not be able to work, buy or sell, get medication(s), the hospitals or physicians will not treat you, you will lose your home, your earnings will be no more and the streets will become your swift enemy. Come the way of the system and be saved or a threat you will be.” I nodded but did not bow for I only wanted to walk the other way.