The State of It All

Britain is broken. Individualism is now the unspoken religion of the masses. There is no fear of God; no love of neighbour. Instead, fearing sickness and death, our citizens ask “How much money can I earn in order to buy security?” And they bully their way to each new promotion, trampling down their neighbour in the process, because they see others doing the same, and have no values to guide their conduct.

Most of our emotions are now defined as mental illnesses, and are treated with pills that have little effect other than to harm the body, and confuse the mind. We have a medical system in chaos, but because we are conditioned to regard doctors as saints, few people speak out about the way capitalism has corrupted healthcare. Doing so would be unpatriotic.

We are a multicultural country now, and we are told to celebrate this. But in truth, we are all confused, lacking identity, and lacking community. We no longer know what it means to be proud of our country; to have a shared sense of purpose. So many voted for Brexit because they are angry about what our society has become.

Since the Second World War we have enjoyed great privilege and power, but secularism has crept in and gradually we have lost sight of the God who blessed us so richly. To an increasing number of people in British society, God is irrelevant or even offensive.

The coffee shop assistant, on his break, puts his foot up on the chair and plays the sound from his phone loudly. He can’t keep his eyes open. He has had only two hours sleep, as he was out partying for most of the night. He is in no fit state to work. He has no sense that he is a servant; that his conduct matters. He doesn’t value his work – it is just a means to an end. He is a broken soul, in broken Britain.

Reading the papers and checking social media, there are stories about the murder of babies and adults. Everyone is asserting their rights, even the right to kill their offspring, to change their gender, to put themselves first. There is no compassion, but instead, everyone is asking, ‘What about me?’ Every man for himself. Every woman for herself. This is broken Britain.

Families are fragmented and devoid of values. Relationships are about lust and sex rather than mission, humility, and service. So many are confused about gender and sexual orientation, and society’s solution is to offer surgery and pills rather than love and care. Our childrens’ role models are pop stars who are famous for fame’s sake, not because they have something valuable to offer society.

Our Prime Minister,

bereft of ideas,

speaks of ‘The British Dream’.

It is a fantasy,

there is no such thing;

she is running on empty.

Britain is broken,

and I am so sad

about the state of it all.