Written by Sybrand Veeger“Living comfortably yet unfreely – That is something many are willing to accept.” “Not me,” he says. He spotted abuse and recognized its accumulation – He could observe, from within, The architecture, Intricate and infinitely pervasive, Of the Orwellian Leviathan: Big brother’s eyes and ears multiplying, And multiplying, To see and hear all things communicated. The most intimate of conversations – recorded, A sensual exchange of images – surveilled and documented, A google drive of private poetry – filed and stored. The panopticon turned almighty, Turned God? “Don’t you realize you’ve helped create this monster? Blow the whistle or I will end you! You filthy animal! I will eat through you like a worm and you will die a slow, painful death.” His conscience made him an offer he couldn’t refuse… The whistleblower, the bureaucrat, The coggest cog in the omnipotent machine, Turned martyr of some sorts, Sacrificing his freedom for democracy? For the people? I’m not sure. His conscience simply played Don Corleone on him, Threatened him with capital punishment. Did he act out of heroism? Out of courage? Noble valiance? Did he transcend his individuality to reach out for something greater? I’m not sure. One blows the whistle to self-preserve, To survive; Like a meerkat, in panic, calling out for the predators that nobody else can see. The predators are dangerous, surely, They’ll invade, sack, kill and eat up till stuffed. What if the meerkat remained silent? Wouldn’t conscience, then, become the most threatening, The most dangerous of predators? The whistleblower’s cry is the sound not of courage, But of necessity: Instinctiveness, Biology. I unsurely conclude: Conscience defies the line drawn Between nobility of heart and primitivity of gut; Between what is deemed exclusive to a few higher spirits, And what is common to all creatures, Base or brave, Courageous or cowardly.
Poetry Sybrand Veeger TRANSFORMATIVE TECHNOCRATS - December 2018 Posted on December 1, 2018