But what about us,
in this far-flung future
as the little ant-Citizens of Empire?
How is it that we are "supposed" to feel, when Empire strikes,
when we, too, are victims of the oppression of the Empire?
Are we to protest
against every agitation?
Are we to fight
against every tentacular reach?
Are we to mourn
for every lost civilization?
Are we to cheer
for the power of our Empire?
And the divide seems to rest upon the people who want the best
for the most people
and the people who want the most for only themselves
and those who are like them.
But the honest reality is that my life hasn't really changed.
And I'm not so overly-privileged that I can take Saturdays off, to protest.
And I'm not white, so I'm not gonna fight, cause it really seems like a fight between the whites about whatever "white christianity" means and absolutely do NOT mean, lol.
And of course, I cannot mourn. What good could that possibly do?
And of course, I cannot cheer. I lack a superiority complex (being "other" on Empire, will do this to most).
But others can absolutely do all of the things that I cannot for reasons that I lack.
So then, what am I to do?
Mostly, I go on with my life. I wake up every morning, and the internet reminds me that Empire is at War, and I remember that as a Citizen of Empire, I am some type of enemy to some, and I also remember, that as a not-white Citizen of Empire, I am some type of enemy to others, and then I put my mind to brushing my hair and teeth, inserting my eyeballs, washing my face, and dressing myself for my job, as an economic slave of Empire.
And, it all seems fair.
[end note]
&sometimes, i even have enough omph, to both capture &spread some beauty.