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©Stasis in the City
By BR Chitwood
As I walked alone on a side street something was interfering with my music system, causing my ears to ache in crazy quakes. I stopped, leaned against a building and yanked out the ear plugs. My head was pounding with a piercing whistle-like shrill that was about to take me down with the pain.
I shook my head, hoping to kill the sound, my back flat against a brick building that seemed to be shaking. Then I heard the roaring and rumbling ahead of me at a major intersection. The noise increased, loud and ugly shouting, sirens blaring, mobs of angry people throwing bricks, rocks, other items I could not identify.
The madness within the cluttered masses lining the wide thoroughfare, the vile screaming, the fighting erupting all around me, completely shattered my consciousness, I turned back to the side street and slid down the wall to the sidewalk, totally, utterly in a hell of which I am sorry to say I did have an inkling. I could hear the sounds, and I was possessed by two alternating mind choices that flowed through me in some grippingly slow agony. I could only think in one dimension and there was no physical pain, just one pulsing shutter coursing through a body controlled by fear – my body now mute, unworking, paralyzed by the terror around me…an acknowledgement I had wished not to have.
I could not see myself, but I could imagine myself, sitting there on the sidewalk in the midst of some awful societal revolt, a paralyzed glob of humanity trying to figure out what was happening in the world from which I had been absent for some weeks.
‘Welcome Home, citizen, to your new country’.
I have never been active in any sort of civic programs of displays. A loner, one could easily call me. Yet, I have read the history books, their common themes of Corruption and Power, and have come to believe some wild scenarios – and, sadly, not of the spiritually uplifting kind.
Yes, news reaches me, and I know that a ‘World Epidemic’ known as Corona Virus – Covid-19 – exists. I know of the tens of thousands of deaths caused by Covid-19, and I know the slim parts of political power ploys and the players in the game. It does not take a brilliant mind to understand that ‘Power Corrupts’ – pure, simple, ‘Power Corrupts’. Money, Power, Sex Favors, any necessary means for the expediency of Money and Power.
Yes, news reaches me, and the sad truth is this Game of World Power, Nation Power, State Power, City Power, County Power, Business Power, will be playing out in every historical millennium…until, perhaps, death takes us to a home where Love is the only Power, the only Pre-set for Eternity.
Yet, here, on this city sidewalk, hunched against a weathered brick building, I can still hope I am wrong, that the world, its states, its cities, its People can determine a World worthy of Life and Love.
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©Stasis in the City
By BR Chitwood – June 15, 2020
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