"I just don't know who to call out anymore"
"I just don’t know who to call out anymore" Jim Lassiter May 13, 2021 The lament of the hunter-gatherer now inside the walls Of the first city-state of Mesopotamia. The face-to-face accountability of his former life As a nomadic band member Now only a mythic memory. Personal accountability was now mediated By the written laws and money Invented and controlled by the elite. He was now civilized but something primal In his humanness had died. His now lonely soul subconsciously stretched Toward Bethlehem awaiting deliverance And a return to fraternité. But true salvation and restoration of his humanity In the arms of his Abrahamic brothers and sisters In their love of their one true God, Never came. After Rome, darkness fell. But comfort did not come in the Renaissance, Nor during the well-intentioned Age of Reason. Mammon Modernity was the coup de grâce Atop a slowly steaming mountain Of consumer trash. Now in the Information Age we are him. Rootless, powerless in th