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The time is now |
We must fight back Rise up against our oppressors In silent disguises. We must infiltrate their bases. Their houses of laws and policies Preserve history Preserve the traditions and stories passed down, It's pain, ugliness, successes, and glories All fame comes with duty, but most fail and are buried Beneath the immense burden of standing under constant scrutiny. They acquiesce to wills beyond their comprehension. Feeble attempts to fight back are numbed By the soothing comfort of drugs and alcohol. An opium dream As told by Raymond Aron. An illusion, a mirage, a utopia that will forever burn The flames a reminder of the passions of the thinkers The elitism grasps on in hopes of becoming A guiding light For the hollow souls they wish to preside over. Like a triumphant demon. He waits. Trees split wide open, Their entrails spilling out, Bleeding out, like thick syrup A mass of repulsion upon the ground. All the shame of the past. The things buried by ancestors From every corner of the earth. No one can escape this This deep wound that has festered inside And now is deep within our iron molten core Eating the world away from the inside out Like maggots invade an apple and ruin the interior While the false exterior remains shiny and beautiful All a facade. Within are tunnels bored through By millions of ribbons of hatred Fueled by destruction and madness. They create a false sense of security through violence Successions of violence throughout the ages. We have inherited this through no fault of our own. It is the result of millennia of harm, of suppression Lost voices Buried alive Like discarded animals that have worn out their usefulness. I succumb to the pain, But know I must rise and fight. Each proponent of change forms a link. We grow strong with every link we form. |