Who asks the Questions?
The dead ask the best questions
Though the ‘masters’ do not hear.
Asking them to speak louder
Does not seem to make the questions clear.
We are charged with finding answers
With a grip upon their balls
To focus their attention
On the writing on the walls.
Why did this happen?
Who did this to us?
Who allowed the power?
Who profits from our trust?
Who asks the Question? – A poem about the stupidity of our leaders who create the problems.
It always seemed to me that the mess around the world is actually created by our leaders. We vote them in power and they contrive to mess things up.
Instead of countries looking selfishly at national interests we could be organising the world to get it to function a lot better. There does not have to be such gross inequality that some have more than they can spend while others starve. There doesn’t have to be mass overpopulation. There doesn’t have to be mass immigration.
If the world leaders organised things instead of deliberately creating instability, fuelling environmental devastation and exploiting other nations, we could have a fairer, more stable world.
It is not hard to organise.
What creates the problems are selfishness, greed and power seeking.
No – it is not human nature. We are capable of better. Most people are kind, helpful, caring and considerate. It is the minority who are cruel and heartless.
It seems to me that we end up with wars out of desperation that is the result of foreign policy. Soldiers go in and millions die.
The dead cannot ask the questions. The living have to do that.
It is about time we stopped just writing slogans on the walls and asked the questions on behalf of the victims.
We have to make them get it right! Unless they are forced to address the problems they won’t bother.