New Slaves for the New Global Economy
Part 7. Family - To Be or Not To Be
You can’t talk about automatons (robot
citizens) without considering the three-fold environment youth are forced to
comply with: The three-ring circus of Institutions, Peers, and perhaps
most important, Home. Before labeling them delinquent deviants, consider their
dilemma; young minds overloaded by three sets of rules and regulations
while experimenting to discover boundaries and, with some sense of meaning and
purpose, find their own path to develop and pursue.
Family life is rapidly changing and
there is no longer one dominant family form. Two-parent households are on the
decline as divorce, single parenting, remarriage, and cohabitation are on the
rise. With the need to meet financial demands, and the help of the
techno-industry, more moms have entered the labor force, and in many
cases, are becoming the primary breadwinners. Imagine what that does to the
traditional male and female roles youth are supposed to follow. Further, with
the use of contraceptives, family sizes are shrinking and about 39% of children
will have had a mother in a cohabiting relationship by the time they turn 12. The
numbers vary between different cultures, economic status, and level of
political involvement but one thing is sure; certain professions, and character
traits are generationally inherited and passed on. Thus, the existence of
dynasties in American professions, like politics, brings into question the
legitimacy of the country’s democracy.
Seeking to prevent another monarchy,
the founding fathers created a system of government whereby automaton voters
elect almost every conceivable public office. However, they also implemented a
system guaranteeing certain automatons are pre-programed, groomed to
uphold the direction of specific positions with hidden agendas. Nothing works
better than a series of indoctrinating stages spread across levels of age,
education, internships and/or employment opportunities: Rites of passage. Point! A small number of families monopolizing
political power can generationally undermine the quality of democratic
representation available to participating automaton citizens. Their ongoing
existence and prominence convey a level of inequality in access to political
influence and an atmosphere of hypocritic disparity between what the
system and family are currently transmitting to young adults: Thus, inner conflict and confusion begins to
mount with a sense of anger, grief, and depression throughout our automaton
nation; Without Discrimination!
Mom and pop go to work, leave their
children in alternate, often conflicting child rearing hands, and spend long
hours playing the automaton game full of neurotic needs and demands where its
ok, if not necessary, to exchange hedonistic, sado-masochistic, and
narcissistic tendencies. But can you
leave those tendencies behind or do you bring them home for more of the same. Mind
you! The young are watching, experiencing, and learning. A Franciscan Friar
wisely wrote, “if we do not transform our pain (and vulnerability), we will
most assuredly transmit it!” Thus, the psychological unraveling of America:
mal-adjusting youth automatons as early as ages 12-17 are experiencing major
depression, issues with gender orientation, suicidal ideations, and violent
acts capable of escalating to murder as individual family and institutional
morals and values continue to be compromised. Point? It’s safe to say young
people are experiencing Cognitive dissonance (a condition where
individual self-perception conflicts with the realities of day-to-day life; thus,
an emotional toll/strain on their mental psyche). Alienation (a state of
being withdrawn/separated from the world around them; thus, separated from
their nature or society they live with feelings of powerlessness or
helplessness) is on the rise: A perfect environment for creating the new slave,
the Automaton (a relatively self-operating or controlled mechanism
designed to automatically follow a sequence of predetermined instructions).
BLINDED
By
blood sweat falling from my brow.
No
wipe can help me now.
My
heart pounds hard!
Its
throbbing sound consumes my ears
and
drowns my thoughts with waves of yesterdays now gone
My
now left to say
For
you, for me, more so for CHILD - OUR SEEDS!
Tomorrow
just might not be
OUR
SEED – OUR CHILD
Like
dried and broken shells upon life’s shores
Made
sore filled, population small
For
what! FOR WHAT HELPS CALL!
Its
cry to drift into a setting sun
Where
cold of fearful dark makes human touch with human touch
A
thing we want, A thing we wish, A thing we need but can’t afford
For
sake that thing we fake
Comes
back to shake our soul with truth …
We
reap and sow deceptions tempest seed.
Oh
so bitter good we think …
Those
things in dark exchanged to sting
That
unspoken, unseen thing that blinds
with
blood sweat falling down from brow to eye
Say Ahi ahi ahí – maldita sea – BE DAMNED!
No
wipe can help us now where now
Like
in you and you and you
The
heart pounds hard!
Consuming
is its sound that drowns my thoughts of yesterdays
In
ways that say because of now – Tomorrow might not be
For
you, for me, more so for CHILD
OUR
SEEDS
Like
dried up broken shells upon life’s shores
Made
sore filled, population small
Its
call for help a fading cry upon a setting sun
Where
cold and fearful dark makes human touch
A
thing we want, we wish, we need, but can’t afford
For
sake that thing we dare to fake
Come
shake our soul with truth
That
seed we sow - That seed we reap does fall
Like
dried up broken shells upon life’s fruitless, barren shores
TO
WEEP AND WEEP AND WEEP ALONE
In
cold and fright-filled dark
That
seed we dare call child … FOR WHAT?
Its
cry be damned to drift into a setting sun to live in cold and fear-filled dark.
Say
then Dear child, Dear child
Because
of we … for you … Tomorrow simply might not be
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