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In Hope of the Dream Reborn

"The means by which we live have outdistanced the ends for which we live. Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men."

-Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

We live lives in the anticipation of a better tomorrow, even as butterflies and birds disappear from our skies, perhaps forever.  In past times we were taught that one must sacrifice for a better tomorrow.      

That isn’t the case anymore today. We see all around us people taking shortcuts, selling out their morals, in some cases their self-respect or even their bodies for material gain, or instant gratification.  Our society is inebriated with the ‘quick fix’ of doing what is ‘good’, pleasurable NOW, to hell with virtue, to hell with truth… to hell indeed.              

Wall street banksters take from whom H.L. Mencken dubbed ‘Boobus Americanus,’ to the point of bankruptcy, but no matter, the gods of the Treasury promise to reline the pockets of the boys, amid a circuitous exercise to make ‘Boobus Americanus’ foot the bill.                         

Look around, people buy cars they can’t afford, homes they won’t be able to payoff, vacations beyond their financial means; purchasing all the new tech toys so as to not be behind the times, rendering them indebted, enslaved to banks, ‘to hell with tomorrow’ they say, ‘I m living for today.' 

Look around, tent cities sprouting across the Land, soup kitchens shutting their doors, governments going broke, as millions are ejected from their livelihoods, amid a golden rain of parachutes for the corporate boy geniuses that took corruption to new heights.                   

We judge people by how they dress, what kind of car they drive, and by how much moneyed wealth radiate from them. Think about it; you know its true, but it is hollow, I say.  We grown empty inside; don’t you see, within that fake aura we create.              

What do I tell my children?  How do I tell them that it’s all a mirage?  

How do I tell them, make them understand, that of all the people they will meet in their lifetime, few if any will remain true loyal friends to them.  How do I tell them that people cannot be judged by material things?                       

How do I show them that such things don’t matter; money doesn’t matter if they are not happy-- if they cease to respect the person that they become?  How do I tell them that it is we-- all of us-- that truly matter, it is the we, not things, that give life meaning? 

Banish the moneylenders from the temple of our democracy.  Banish the Fed, shred the golden parachutes, make honor and truth the gods we worship, question authority—that’s what I’ll tell my children, all our children!    

How ironic that mankind should survive the hardships of  the Bronze Age, the Iron Age, and  the Age of Reason, only to arrive at the Age of Corruption. Sadly, this is how I believe our present day will be judged by history; if there is one, given the fast destruction we are witnessing to our planet, it is unfortunately a doubt to ponder.    

But if mankind survives, if civilization endures, if we survive this period, then IT must be by some miracle, not that I believe in such things anymore. 

I hope we survive, I hope we rediscover the joy of honor, of truth, of hope… the rightfulness of treating our peers equally, and being received by them in like terms.                                                                                                                                                   

Viewed from the coldness of space, our bluish orb of a planet, must be a welcoming sight, even though it is shrouded with the metallic remains of man-made junk that orbit the planet; but it is yet a world that is home to one human race, experienced in a variety of colors, sizes, cultures, and imbued with a capacity for so much promise to accomplish positive endeavors.

I hope mankind once again rediscovers the seeds of reason and fairness to replant in the garden of humanity, so that one day, once again, joy and hope is interlaced among the hearts of our species and our human world becomes the kind of place that welcomes children rather than devour them.

"He therefore is the truest friend to the liberty of his country who tries most to promote its virtue, and who, so far as his power and influence extend, will not suffer a man to be chosen into any office of power and trust, who is not a wise and virtuous man...The sum of all is, if we would most truly enjoy this gift of Heaven, let us become a virtuous people."

- Samuel Adams

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