Part I: The Seeds of Discord

July 14, 2025 | BY unklstewy | The Voice of I

PROLOGUE

The Voice of I

Impartial I,

Uninvolved I,

Simple I,

I bear witness; to this faltering dream, fevered and palpable

I bear witness; to raised voices, and vaporous whispers

            Interjection: The Voice of Joshua

         Pardon me, but I feel the need for an interjection.

         Is this not the land of opportunity, a promise spanning generations.

I bear witness; to the decline of optimism.

          Where the people could prosper and celebrate freedom,

           The cost of which was bled for, paid for;

           by young men and women through attrition.

           All I ever wanted was a good life,

            a safe home and an affordable education.

            I can’t help but be disappointed by a dream corrupted by division.

            We didn’t choose to surrender to the wealthy,

            only one percent of the population.

I bear witness; to enthusiastic consent, and growing consensus.

Chorus:    The Voice of Consent

A collective murmur, grows in volume, a rising tide,

The people, fearful and uncertain,

Turn to the familiar, the comfortable, the oppressive.

The new regime seizes this momentum,

Whispers.

A hissing serpent.

Slithers through vulnerable minds,

Promises

Order,

Stability,

An end to chaos.

The ‘other’, the different, the dissenting,

Displaced, beyond the borders of acceptance,

The Chorus of Voices, a cacophony.

Each day of this dream, an opportunity.

Calls out to fear, and fear answers with initiative.

I bear witness; to clamorous detraction, and marginalized voices.

Chorus:    The Voice of Dissent

A collective murmur, a tide about to break,

The people,

fearful, turn to the familiar.

Vibrant array, A celebration!

Freedoms and creativity.

United in opposition to the oppressive

They embrace diversity, a rainbow of self-expression.

The Voice of Dissent, a powerful force,

Not a singular entity.

A collective,

A zeitgeist of emotion and reason,

Resonance.

The very fabric of this narrative. And so, the verse continues.

Each day of the dream, a new opportunity.

A chorus of voices, a symphony of the soul,

In resistance, they find the strength of Unity.

I bear witness; to inaction.

Impartial I,

Uninvolved I,

Simple I.

I do nothing.