We The People, a Myth of the Future

It was a dark time, as it often is. A time of hungry children, and sickly elders. The common people were bent with toil, and their leaders drank rich blood from the earth.

There was no prophecy pointing to a hero to come and save the day. No cryptic foretelling of what might overthrow the old order, and usher in a new Era of peace and prosperity. And yet, as is often the case, a hero came any way.

Their name was We The People.

They were born in a place, at a time. It was a very normal place, for the time. And it was a very normal time, for the place. And they had a life. And they had challenges and they grew. And they misunderstood, and then they understood. Or they understood and then they misunderstood as the case is, and things go as they may. And they grew. And some things they knew, and some things they misknew. But the people in charge…they seemed to want We The People to misknow, and to misunderstand. And for a while, there was hate in the heart of We The People. And they did not understand why they were so angry and so fearful of their neighbors, and even their friends.

They thought and they thought, and they listened and they listened, and their leaders kept saying that things would change. That this time, it would be different! That this time, this time was the most important! Over and over, they heard these words. Until one day, they looked to themselves and they looked to their elders and they looked to the children and they realized…there was no one coming. This time was not different. There was no one coming to save them. The hate in the heart of We The People for neighbor and friend and family and foe was false. And no one was coming to save them.

And this hero, who was not prophesied and was not meant to be and, according to all the powers that be, should never have been, because they feared it so that they worked so hard to ensure that this hero would never be and would never know their power or their place on the throne…this hero, knew. Both fully, and in pieces, that no one was coming to save them. That they were all that there was. And so slowly, to the bully in the playground, and the preacher in the pulpit, and the politician at the podium, and the wolf at the door, and the gun to their head, and the boot on their neck, they stood up. And they said no more. My name is We The People. And we will not take this. And they linked arms with their fellows, and they said, no more. No more children buried under cities, no teachers dead in classrooms. No. More. Because there is no one coming to save us. So we must save ourselves. My name is We The People. And I say, no more.