To whom doth thou loyalty bleed truest?

In monuments constructed eons ago are the stories of forever wars and the splendors of the victors; speeches carved hardest into both marble and granite, stones that cannot die within this life or the next, or so the crowned would believe. Stories of fields fertilized with rotting corpse and hydrated in oceans of scarlet, her name more forgiving than the waves she crashed upon the Earth. Yes, we still have these monuments in our contemporary society, though we attribute these to entities strictly involved in financial gain, and no greater, and so much is true as far as our eyes are concerned.

The horror that is just as hidden in those rustic structures is just as cloaked nowadays. We would believe that companies wouldn't profit off of the mistakes of the unknowing, the over-trusting, and the extreme believer. Their sense of loyalty converted from a non-material area over to the almighty currency, of wherever they so choose to inhabit. They pledge their creed to these tyrants and in return they are given but a cloth or shred of "security" in items that are "discounted" such as insurance, 401K, pension, retirement plans, and so the web continues it's weaving. Their alliance is dependent on how they're able to net others into their sales or constructs, and so they become wolves to a different kind of shepherd. Professionally speaking, a sale is a sale, and one shouldn't go through without adequate examination and education in regards to what is sold, but...ethically..The print is not prose, the words are not of triumphs and woes of a catalyst, but rather so in such guarded and fenced text that you must be excelled in decodation to have any semblance of what they might mean, and to further drive nail into foot and hand, a nation would rule some of these to be mandatory or penalized without.

Did this happen in the days of kingdoms past? Taxation occurred without doubt and in many cases, some folks where given farmland under the pretext that portion of their crop would be yielded to the owner or lord. So perhaps the times don't change...? Someone of my age, or really any, would struggle to really come to make the conclusion that this is a necessary practice and that the monuments we build are exactly, what's called for. Yet they promise employment and therein, lays the web of security once more. They say if you do what you love, you'll never work a day in your life, that it's not work, it's your passion, YOUR CALLING! Huzzah abound! Yet, it also poses the awkward nature of : Zero securities. It becomes the "World of What You Make It", and many people will frown, lift face and scoff, and ensure ample amounts of "Why don't you get a normal J...O...B?" Ensnare yourselves to the shackles of the things you despise, to ensure you can stay alive to do so. Beautiful, no?

I had begun believing I would start this piece with the notion, that we all place loyalties in something, someone, or someones, which I will definitely visit and perhaps close with, but my mind explores the knocking of the fantasy construct "To be formed in the fire : mind,body and soul." I'm constantly plagued with the feeling so much more beneath the surface that I'm willing to conceal because it causes the hyenas to pounce and take advantage with their laughing, menacing, foul visages. It is in this year that I'm most excited to bring growth to every facet I've actually enjoyed myself in and sharing it with the world, because perhaps it will do more for them than myself and perhaps it'll help me capture the pursuit of passion than just over broke (acronym).

So I will return to the question of loyalty and use items that are brought to popular culture and try to make some sense of it. Before we assign ourselves to corpse, we pledge our loyalty : A life partner perhaps, a country to defend, a religion to believe and keep us sane, a regimen to keep us healthy and full of blood, and maybe to friends and family that make us alive and not just passing by. Some will pledge their allegiance as if Spartans, from birth to a cause that they didn't necessarily choose but are given the best tools to be formidable, some of us will become Myrmidon and choose to be led by someone we may believe is truly a spawn of a god and more-so, they'll choose them , and some may pledge nothing to anything and resign themselves to be a timeline. Not that any one is more optimistic than the other, not that one is worse for wear, because it's really based on interpretation, but I'd rather have the choice and believe that the team wins for the right cause, other than I'm told what it is and that is all.

The wars will wage on until someone can establish a legitimate peace or there are no resources to gather, and the statues or churches of those at war will continue to be built and fall.

With world in your hand, what will you do? What CAN you do?