All the While
I have begun to hear a groaning coming out of our society. A loud sound of anger at the state we find ourselves in.
I look around and see that we've finally awaken to the terrors of our dark and twisted planet, and we have begun to wail because now we finally see.
Our eyes have been opened and we are looking around and seeing hunger and thirst and exploitation and slavery and a dying earth. And we are wondering who could have gotten us in such a mess. And why nothing is being done to solve it.
We can see the problems as bright as the blazing sun in our squinting eyes, yet we don't know the source.
What is the source of such injustices as homelessness and prostitution and pollution? Who is to blame for the wretchedness in our politics and our society and our world systems?
We can't seem to find an answer. The problems are there and we see them and wail at the sight, but the roots of it all are hidden somewhere we can't seem to find.
Because, you see, we've looked to the governments and we shake our fists and grind our teeth and wave our signs and cast our stones. We find a scapegoat (any will do) and we crucify them on the spot.
We blame the "system" and our parents and those who have come before us. We blame religion and tradition and the close-minded who don't understand. We blame our leaders, our peers, and our neighbors.
But when there's no one left and the problems are left unsolved, we close our doors behind us and try to leave the blame out in the cold - never thinking that it may have followed us through the door.
In our schools and our workplaces we rage about the dying world - the rotting ozone layer - and we declare that something must be done. And on the weekends we put out another heaping load of waste - leftovers of our massive consumption - and let someone take it far away and bury it in the ground.
Outside our homes and our sanctuaries of solitude, we blame the rapists and the pimps, and behind our four walls we browse for images of filth. All the while wondering why our women and children are not yet safe.
With our peers we discuss how to hinder the abuses of bullies in schools, and then we go home and tear our brother to shreds with our words of anger and hate. All the while wondering why there's suicide and broken dreams and hearts that can't seem to be mended.
We sit and watch the news and media passing off the lies as if it were truth, and we point our fingers knowing that this must be the cause. And before we go out the door we put on whichever mask we find most concealing for the day. All the while wondering how reports could lead people astray.
I do not know if I'm making my point clear, but there is some terrible disconnect here.
Yes there are problems. Yes there is pain. Yes people are using others for empty personal gain.
I see all this and more. But I have found answers to these problems behind my own closed doors.
I have looked around and seen the terrors and the rustings and the aches of our world. And I too have looked for someone to crucify - just anyone else to take the breaking fall.
I've searched high and low, to the powerful and the small,
And finally I've found that the cause for it all,
Is me.
I look around and see that we've finally awaken to the terrors of our dark and twisted planet, and we have begun to wail because now we finally see.
Our eyes have been opened and we are looking around and seeing hunger and thirst and exploitation and slavery and a dying earth. And we are wondering who could have gotten us in such a mess. And why nothing is being done to solve it.
We can see the problems as bright as the blazing sun in our squinting eyes, yet we don't know the source.
What is the source of such injustices as homelessness and prostitution and pollution? Who is to blame for the wretchedness in our politics and our society and our world systems?
We can't seem to find an answer. The problems are there and we see them and wail at the sight, but the roots of it all are hidden somewhere we can't seem to find.
Because, you see, we've looked to the governments and we shake our fists and grind our teeth and wave our signs and cast our stones. We find a scapegoat (any will do) and we crucify them on the spot.
We blame the "system" and our parents and those who have come before us. We blame religion and tradition and the close-minded who don't understand. We blame our leaders, our peers, and our neighbors.
But when there's no one left and the problems are left unsolved, we close our doors behind us and try to leave the blame out in the cold - never thinking that it may have followed us through the door.
In our schools and our workplaces we rage about the dying world - the rotting ozone layer - and we declare that something must be done. And on the weekends we put out another heaping load of waste - leftovers of our massive consumption - and let someone take it far away and bury it in the ground.
With our peers we discuss how to hinder the abuses of bullies in schools, and then we go home and tear our brother to shreds with our words of anger and hate. All the while wondering why there's suicide and broken dreams and hearts that can't seem to be mended.
We sit and watch the news and media passing off the lies as if it were truth, and we point our fingers knowing that this must be the cause. And before we go out the door we put on whichever mask we find most concealing for the day. All the while wondering how reports could lead people astray.
I do not know if I'm making my point clear, but there is some terrible disconnect here.
Yes there are problems. Yes there is pain. Yes people are using others for empty personal gain.
I see all this and more. But I have found answers to these problems behind my own closed doors.
I have looked around and seen the terrors and the rustings and the aches of our world. And I too have looked for someone to crucify - just anyone else to take the breaking fall.
I've searched high and low, to the powerful and the small,
And finally I've found that the cause for it all,
Is me.
And me.
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