We Are Not The Polite People That Live In Poems
“We are not the polite people that live in poems.”
As I watch a place on the other side of the world fall into chaos, for reasons unknown to me, this quote keeps coming to mind. Maybe because I can’t help but look around and see the same stark reality reflected back at me.
We’re currently in the death grips of a power hungry few. The media is a bought and paid for entity, creating deep rooted divisions that will most likely never be healed in this lifetime.
We’re stifled in our speech and witch hunts have returned under the guise of justice. We are no longer able to openly share our thoughts or information freely - especially if our ways of life don’t conform to whatever narrative they want you to blindly consume and follow.
We’re letting our children be conditioned and programmed to be manipulated and controlled by systems, where creative thought and questioning all have consequences.
We’re seeing mass migrations in this country like never before - people seeking asylum from local and state governments that have run amuck and limited access to basic human rights like food, water and shelter.
We’re addicted to technology, consumerism and anything to numb the pain of a reality that doesn’t support the love and passion inherent in genuine human experience.
Deep down we all know our culture is blinded by the guise of comfort at the cost of freedom. We’ve forgotten what it means to really live and somewhere along the way we’ve forgotten the one simple truth - that the only things worth pursuing are just that - the simple kind.
Don’t be the polite people that just sit by and watch it all unfold. Open your eyes. Realize your life is your own. You have freedom to choose and live the way you want, because so many people before you have sacrificed so much...just don’t let that realization sink in too late.
Get outside the systems. Educate yourself. Think for yourself. Know your history. Know the people. Know the land. Know how to survive and most importantly know hope.
Hope for the future, hope for peace and hope for our children. Hope that there won’t come a day where we need to be the men and women that have to do the hard things necessary to survive, but deep down know that day is right around the corner if we don’t wake up. If we don’t stop being the polite people that live in poems.