THE SYSTEM ISN’T BROKEN

The system isn’t broken, this is how it works; claiming scarcity whilst hoarding the riches of the planet with the privileged and powerful. By disenfranchising the majority of us and using that as a moral judgment on our feckless character.

The system isn’t broken, it’s just that not everyone can afford healthcare, adequate housing and good schools. By the way, the latter is there to keep us dumbed down; telling us they can’t afford universal healthcare, whilst Big Pharma and Insurance Companies amass great profits.

The system isn’t broken, its aim is to divide and conquer. Divide by sexuality, gender, race, creed or Nation. Our dispersal aids their conquest and makes us easy targets for the system’s scapegoating regime.

A production still from the film ‘My Name is Sorrow’, by photographer, Geoff Crawford. The film is about sex trafficking and the effect of exploitation on women, from the personal view of the victim. Written, Directed and Produced by Geoff Hall.

In their eyes, to cry out against this, is a sign of our inferiority.

The system isn’t broken, but when our dissenting voices are heard across the land, we become the bad conscience of the system. The voice crying in the wilderness of the marginalised is then silenced, to obviate the embarrassment.

The system isn’t broken, it’s just that violence is justifiable against the masses in the name of National Security; as a salve for its bad conscience. This ensures the illusion of business as usual, whilst the dust of resistance is brushed under the carpet of democracy in the Halls of Power.

The system isn’t broken, but those who question it and threaten to break it by revealing its inequities and iniquities, are liquidated. Whether assassination, incarceration or ‘disappearance’ their will is done on this Earth, not ours. Is this just another conspiracy theory?

No!

Ask Medgar Evers, Harry and Harriette Moore, Martin Luther-King, Sophie and Hans Scholl, Christof Probst, Dietrich Bonhoeffer. You can add other names, so that we pay tribute to the blood of the martyrs whose power lay in non-violence. Their blood still cries out from the ground. As the years pass, the volume increases.

The system isn’t broken, it’s just made this way…

…and yet we still vote for our gaolers and murderers; the rapers of the land.

Afterword:

The voice of the martyrs continues to resound, despite their disappearance, because their words, their convictions are spread abroad like the proverbial Mustard Plant. They inspire us to take action against the system, not with hate but with pity for the systemisers, a little love and maybe forgiveness may flow, when the floodgates of sorrow are finally opened.

Our work is to rescue them from the powerful delusion of control and deliver and heal their victims. This is not possible with hate. Only love can do this .

The seeds of freedom are nurtured by this blood of the martyrs.

(And little did I know that this would include mine and Shula’s).

Jack Stanza