Desolation

Our suffering world, turning in the hands of fools
In the grasp of tyrants, clutching

Our suffering world, cracked, bled and bursting
Its treasures stolen from the earth

The people are crying, wandering among ruins
Blinded by despair, to the future

Consumed by greed, confused and ignorant
The people are murmuring

The prophets are speaking, the seas are swelling
The sun scorches, and the earth burns

Starvation and thirst, come for the people
The voiceless people, agonized

Apathy and scorn, no recourse for the victims
Tongues shrivel in blackened mouths

Our suffering world, for humanity’s achievements
Purchased with pain and misery

Our suffering world, its monuments forgotten
Shrines and memorials crumble in the storm

Reduced to nothing, desperation ensuing, trapped
In a nightmare without waking

Global disasters, depravities reoccurring
Sanctified in law

Emergence 3.0 – Section Seven, War; Part Forty-four, Loyalties; Chapter Two, Class

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 317, Tuesday
November 13th, 2018

Chapter Two: Class

Nobody was satisfied with their position in society.

Everyone dreamed of advancing to the next levels, it was the constant preoccupation of the masses. They desired advancement, either in this life or the next, every detail of their lives was subordinated to this, and nothing else mattered.

Even this highest ranking members of the Imperial family were caught up in the notion of advancement, only they knew the truth and their desire was eternal life in the Continuum.

Complacency was abhorrent, it was incumbent on the individual to push themselves and their families forward.

They referred to it as the ladder of divine ascent.

People were conditioned to loath their own place, but when threatened they would reach out to those closest to them for safety, their sameness reflexively united them.

There was safety in numbers.

The people were united by tribe, clan, village and world; as well as by class, by rank and station, by fear and loathing. This was the result of the Imperial condition. The Imperial schools and the religion of the Empire were extremely adept at concretizing this divisive mode of ideation.

Nevertheless, in every generation, on every world and in virtually every tribe there were those who were born seemingly immune to the coercive controls of the Imperium.

These precious few were motivated by love and altruism, they cared little for their rank, they saw themselves as a part of the greater whole and it did not require effort for them to think this way

It came to them naturally.

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