None can fix the world
Not one of us can,
But we are doing our best to destroy it
As though that’s our plan.
Every era has left it
Worse than the era before
As though in a competition
To get the worst score.
But the loser wins nothing
And the aftermath is grimmer
Yet there is this weird feeling
That he is a winner.
Our world is a broken puzzle
With pieces out of place
And given our so-called intelligence
This is a universal disgrace.
A Nobel winner for this
And A Nobel winner for that
Yet few can derive the benefits
And this is a sobering fact.
The masses are unchanged
In the barrel at the bottom,
And while a few enjoy the good life
For most it’s mostly rotten.
Those that try, pretend
That they are fixing the puzzle
But the sureties they put in place
Are not for ordinary people.
The world is a broken puzzle
For certain, a puzzle to me
And when I try to understand it
I experience futility.
None can fix the world,
None in this world I see
And they that reap the benefits
Are saying to leave it be.
It is fixed for the wealthy
And suited to the strong,
Only the vulnerable would say
Something has to be wrong.
For some it needs no fixing,
For others it is out of shape
But none of us knows how to fix it
Especially here of late.
Some pieces are hidden
For the benefit of a few
Thus, the majority can do little
Even if they knew.
There is one who will fix it
Though not fix it like we would,
And the change he has facilitated
Was purchased by his blood.
His is really not a fix
But a complete makeover anew:
Transformation from within
And also, a change of view.
Make the man right
And all will be rearranged,
This is not a fix, I must add,
But a genuine change.
Stewart Russell © September 7, 2021
