mythopoeics

Academic and political circles debate what poverty truly is; many perceive poverty through different perspectives, depending on the wheeling and dealing that must be endured by our dearest politicians. While they sit in their armchairs before the fire, people of our common places struggle to survive in the barest ways. Almost like animals.

But really, the question I ask. What is poverty? I feel that once the question is answered then surely the culprit may be accountable. Is it a social concern? An ethnographic problem, or a theoretical concept with no true bearings? Perhaps it's merely politics.. or even just the luck of your hand by being a locational concern. Whatever the case, who do we hold responsible?

If it's social, then might we all be responsible for the poor? Might we all feel guilt for not helping our brothers and sisters in their less than necessary and entirely non-noble struggle? If it's ethnographic, then might the academy be held accountable? They examine, write and exoticize our under represented masses. Or no, perhaps it's theoretical and all wise men are to blame. But politics. Politics seems most likely, and I don't say this blindly. Our politicians, our monarchy even, has its way with the world as the cost of those that serve them.

For them, poverty and indebtedness--slavery if you will--is a God riven right to their comforts and luxuries. The monarchy stands upon its high grounds and looks down upon the fragile world, watching it breathe and weep for its misery and feeling no remorse. No indeed, why should they? All their comforts are provided. Poverty then, for these moral-less rulers, is a product of social inequality. It is a direct result of the struggle between the political and the Divine Right of Kings.

The amoral guardians of our dearest Ilium practice a thing called oppression. I use oppression here not to signify cruelty, but more of an unjust treatment of our fellows. An unjust and absolute control where our brothers and sisters have no power over themselves, the products of their labor or even of their fates. Our brothers and sisters have been reduced to animals, stripped of their freedoms and their rights, stripped of their humanity to serve like baseless dogs the Kingdom upon which our monarchy stands! And it's wrong, I argue, because the monarchy of Ilium should defend its people and seek to raise them up high, not drive them to the ground.

But, no! No indeed, for the people over which they rule are no better than the dogs that feed from the scraps at their feet. That's what they've been reduced to. Animalistic barbarism where survival alone is the only key. The only aspiration, no matter the means to their end.

It is an inherently unfair system. A system that was deliberately created by our industrious monarchy of Ilium. A consequence, perhaps, a punishment to show just who has the power; putting people in their rightful place.

And so I call, now at the last upon the springs of revolution, for a transformation of society. For a rebirth. Transformation is necessary, from industrial dogs to egalitarian freedom! To equality. Equality to achieve autonomy.

It feels a little stupid to have to say this, but apparently people: 1. Aren't using their brains. 2. Aren't in possession of a brain. or 3. Don't know the point of a graveyard.

Playing hide and seek and using the graves I'm digging as a hiding place isn't smart or polite. The next person to do so might find out what it's like to get buried alive.

Just stay the fuck out of my graveyard.

Did you know that some people say the best things when they don't know someone else is listening? It's not my fault that I just happened to be chasing a kitten through the yard when I overheard two of the stable hands talking, but maybe if the taller one hadn't called me a brat and stopped me from catching a new pet I wouldn't feel like someone really needs to know his true opinion of certain nobility.

That reminds me, I want to take my horse, Rumour, for a ride, but I don't want to go alone. Are there any hunts coming up I can participate in? Also, father, can we get a pet?

I believe that if we all embraced our histories we would come to realize that all of us are, in fact, criminals. There is a large history of crime through mass executions, power changes and genocides that can't be denied. And yet it's odd that when one claims one's identity it is never in an open acknowledgement of such historical events.

So what then does it mean to be Ilian, Svargan or Mitclain? What does anyone really take on when they lay claim to those titles? Do you deny your historical connections? At what cost?

Such events are not privileged narratives, but rather a fundamental truth to the human and Divine nature. And yet it speaks most heavily of nationalism. And what is nationalism but an excuse for prejudice and genocide.

"You aren't one of us."

What a series of awful words. Doesn't it just ring in your ears? Give you a chill. Especially if it were coming from the mouth of a bigot.. of a racist. Imagine, for a moment, if such men and women waged a war of supremacy. Chaos reigns supreme.