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Darryl Brophy's avatar

No truth and reconciliation committee, trials for crimes against humanity and hangings. They forced people to take a drug that murdered them. They hid the side effects, hid treatments that would have saved lives, and stripped people of their basic human rights. Those responsible need to be publicly hung, those just following orders need to be removed from their jobs so they can't harm others with their blind obedience in the future.

Then we can forgive those who were brainwashed but didn't harm anybody and move on but the mass murderers need to be prosecuted not allowed to walk free with billions in profits and millions dead worldwide.

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Compliance

I want to be honest with you;

Often, when the threat of uncertainty presses in,

My body and mind find themselves

In a visceral acquiescence;

There is a larger shutdown of reason,

And the restless rise of mixed emotion,

There is the compulsion to protect myself and be safe,

The reliance on known securities,

As a defence against necessary courage;

I feel an equivocation, and then

A drawing into a vulnerable shell of compliance;

These have been uncertain times,

Long and filled with the ready yielding to rules,

Sharpened by the daily rhetoric of what is for the good,

The enforcement of this lock down

Has carried me along day by day,

On familiar and unfamiliar pathways,

There has been this uneasy social compact,

Taking me to the rough edges of my knowing,

Daily, I’ve felt the twisting roller-coaster ride of dis-ease,

Exposing me to the soft spots of my being,

And there has been a thinning of veils of my submission.

Compliance has had its many blessings for sure,

Recently though, I am struggling to trust this ‘rule of law’.

I’m alarmed by the greedy energy of its demands,

Wrapped up in uttered and written regulations of control,

I feel their deep bites into the fragility of my humanity,

My constitutional dignity and rights seeping away,

I feel more and more tied down in clamps of tighter obligation,

There is a confusing shaking of my ground of being,

I find myself wrestling the bullying of my free choice,

Now, I’m forced to breathe in the stale air of a dark curfew,

As I experience a bolder lock-down of any recalcitrance,

Unquestioning citizenship has become the new standard.

I want to trust you with this.

I will not suffer indefinitely these excessive calls,

Many of them ring hollow and feel haunted

Under these layered covers of what is deemed best science.

I will not rest forever obedient in its grip,

I will discern for myself what is good and best,

For the wounded whole and not just the part,

I join in with a mounting chorus of dissent,

I hear voices rising up from the depths of pain and suffering,

They call from the dirty belly of our gross inequality,

Now is the time for considered non-violent disobedience.

© Roger Arendse – 20200430 [Poem written during heavy lockdowns in my home country of South Africa at the time. Citizens in the country still battle the onslaughts of Covid policies and protocols from the Government, Health Regulatory bodies, and influencial voices in the MSM, Universities, and more. Many outspoken medical professionals are coming under attack, facing court actions, and loss of their medical licences. More than ever, South Africans (together with Global citizens) shoud NOT comply.]

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