What rabble is this?!
A self-congratulating parade of
Merchants, swindlers, thieves,
Doing their utmost to muddy the collective waters,
Using the magic of deception
And appeals to unity.
Let us pause upon this deception
As a call to fight:
Against a weakness nested deeply
Within our will to goodwill.
For, this rabble appears not as
Merchants, swindlers, thieves,
But instead, as honourable crusaders
For their nominated ‘greater good’,
Luring us into sating our hunger
For belonging to a well meaning movement.
They are clever in selling us the delusion,
That our support will aid
Some revolutionary mission.
But in reality,
Only further fills their coffers
With our gold.
Their craft deepens and intensifies daily,
Sweetening the deal with slights of hand,
Appealing to unconscious desires for
Sex, power, fame, escape, belonging, acceptance, relief;
While our minds are full of the distracting noise of:
How right we are,
How we are Doing Good.
And now, this grand trickery,
Slides into our intoxication with technology:
Seamlessly co-opting the favourable flavours and fashions
Pouring ceaselessly into our OVERLOADING.
While, the ingrained obligatory coolness
Normalises the conceptual horror:
We like it, we like it, we like it!
Any who dares waking-up and defecting,
Faces exclusion and derision, or worse–
So, the market of our world
Is now full of these quietly powerful preachers,
Giving just enough to keep the heart
In eclipse of the mind.
There is no din, no postulation,
Only relentless consensual conversion,
So that our hopes ricochet around
In endless disappointment, that never
Gets pinned on the preacher, but instead
And our own human fallibility.
And we remain alienated, separated,
Bewildered as to what to really do.
Let us not be avoidant, and instead
Explore an example
So we understand our weakness:
In our genius, in brilliant solitude,
We push the limits of our consciousness
And deliver a birth of a new marvel!
Deep within us
There is a need to share and
Contribute this gift to the greater good,
Despite the toil of the work, often without
Pay, rights, benefits, or support.
So we look for a community, a forum, a service,
To rightfully bring the work to light.
–We find dazzling enticement,
With appeals of “you have arrived home”
Hidden beneath tremendous sweetness
And trumpets of triumph:
The visionary community builders!
We feel small and curious–
Thus primed to sign up, our hope blooms
As our pockets empty.
Our most precious works are submitted,
Subordinated, subdued, scrutinised, sectioned;
And our souls lay exposed,
Laid bare, at risk of frivolous dismissal.
We compliantly undertake the duties expected of us
“If only we just work a little harder…”
Patient for the delivery of hope, we wait–
Until the grim reality comes upon us:
That our chosen masters
Are levelling systematic prejudice
And exclusion against us,
Like a silent bomb toward us,
That we are convinced we had coming.
Because our gift–
Does. Not. Make. Money.
And their so-called service
With poisonous inconsistencies and uselessness,
While a more complete picture of their true nature
Is rendered ugly before us:
Showing selfish kings and queens,
Obsessed with drugs, sex, power,
And empty lip-service to the greater good,
Sung to the tune of their own self-applause
In the palaces of the very, very few;
Leaving us with our gift in hand,
Unnoticed and used,
Feeling more than stupid
For letting ourselves be so duped.
But we must not let our spirit be broken.
Finding the best within us,
We fortify a resistance to this
In growing numbers we clarify our aim
To effectively oppose the betrayal of community
By commerce, by entrepreneurs;
No matter how woven in with glamour
The problem may be.
We will hold these preachers to their own rhetoric.
We will demand that they only offer
Service or product that is
Honest and straightforward.
We will hold account, require complex responsibility.
We will be relentless, learning from our mistakes.
These so called community builders
Would do well to read and heed the real
“New Era Community”
And take it to heart first, and mind second.
This rabble is now exposed!
–A laughable caravan
Dressed as nobility, but in essence
Are men and women
Of rampant capital,
Leaving each camp a wreck
While ancient solitary trees
Tend their scarred roots.
It is time to call this collective delusion
For what it is,
And bring it to an end;
So that the real high vibration of
Collective realisation of the deepest mysteries
Can truly be unveiled.