FD Thornton
They’re protesting in Washington, while the day traders wet their pants in profit back in NYC. As for me? I’m just sitting here watching it all asking, what the hell do I do, other than pick-up the check. But there are two birds on my windowsill that couldn’t care less what I think. Casually chatting away about the latest bird gossip, not even giving me a side-eyed look about what I think. I’m reminded not anything here supposed to turn a buck. Despite what our corporate overlords have to say.
My bride sits and paints a picture to gift each of the grandkids for Valentines. With hues of red, green, and blue she paints for the pure love of it. While in everyone else’s heart there’s a storm brewing between profit and the things we take for granted. Like life and liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. But not everyone has a choice. The elites among us don’t think so. For some you are reduced to a commodity a number on a spreadsheet. For others you are a color, a nationality, a sexual orientation that needs to be snuffed out or purified. And why not? A loud minority remains to be indifferent as long as they hold the purse strings.
As a lifetime member of the working poor I pretty much know my place. Relegated to the outside looking in, I’m tempted with all the charm the 1% can muster. Telling us for nearly a millennia, we are better than “the others” due to our skin tone or religious preference. It’s the same old song and dance repackaged for a modern audience. So rather you feel this way out of love or hate, I still have faith in the human condition. That most people are fair, just misguided. So as the birds fly away to take care of their own business, so should we. After all the Good Lord gave us the ability to plan and create a better future. So why are we so hung up on wanting to be the alpha dog. More than anything I believe it’s fear. That little almond shaped gland at the base of our brains that feeds our fear and pulls us away from true peace.
My bride sits and paints a picture to gift each of the grandkids for Valentines. With hues of red, green, and blue she paints for the pure love of it. While in everyone else’s heart there’s a storm brewing between profit and the things we take for granted. Like life and liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. But not everyone has a choice. The elites among us don’t think so. For some you are reduced to a commodity a number on a spreadsheet. For others you are a color, a nationality, a sexual orientation that needs to be snuffed out or purified. And why not? A loud minority remains to be indifferent as long as they hold the purse strings.
As a lifetime member of the working poor I pretty much know my place. Relegated to the outside looking in, I’m tempted with all the charm the 1% can muster. Telling us for nearly a millennia, we are better than “the others” due to our skin tone or religious preference. It’s the same old song and dance repackaged for a modern audience. So rather you feel this way out of love or hate, I still have faith in the human condition. That most people are fair, just misguided. So as the birds fly away to take care of their own business, so should we. After all the Good Lord gave us the ability to plan and create a better future. So why are we so hung up on wanting to be the alpha dog. More than anything I believe it’s fear. That little almond shaped gland at the base of our brains that feeds our fear and pulls us away from true peace.
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