Hearts howl with pain, or maybe with glee. It depends on which side you’re on. Because that is what we’re in: A Game called Life?!? One winner, many losers. Except this isn’t a board where you chose your piece or the rules.
I want to write a piece here, but my heart and soul finally broke into pieces yesterday.
I am Howling along with those in the street.
I am screaming at the injustices.
I am screaming at the requirements to scream.
I am yelling at the empty words.
I am beating my chest at the savagery.
I am pounding at the doors of Justice which is not here!
I am disgusted of the spilled blood from the innocent and actions of the guilty.
I am amazed that you don’t get it?
. . .
Do you see that violence has a deeper meaning?
Do you get that every action was preceded by a whole untold story?
Do you recognize that thugs are embedded in the legitimate as well?
Do you understand what happens when you make rules but don’t take the consequences from them?
Do you accept a system that has built-in immunity while outside everyone pays with blood?
Do you allow the rules to be conveniently changed to maintain legitimacy of the illegitimate?
Do you hear from authority when it’s not about what they want?
Do you hear and understand the words from someone you disagree with?
Do you think that disrespect will just be accepted?
Do you think that your shield scares others?
Do you wonder why it’s all burning?
Have you ever been pushed into a corner?
It is time for more than words. It is time for more than understanding. It is time to FIX EVERYTHING.
No more empty suits with empty words. No more snappy press releases checked by someone in PR before release. No more stupid pretty commercials that go against everything you’ve ever done. No more generals who refuse to stand against tyranny in the light. No more pundits spinning the world. No more talk about how much will it cost! No more killing nature because it brings you money. No more taking without sharing. No more looting from the public trough. No more watching someone when they are hurt. No more labels. No more levels. No more sides. No more checklists. No more waiting patiently. No more cries from the lost. No more weapons. No more demands to vote. No more empty choices. No more takeovers. No more bankruptcies. No more excusing the inexcusable.
JUST NO MORE…
Do you care if I can’t breathe? Do you care if they can’t breathe? Do you care if they bleed? Do you care when they hurt? Do you care when bullies destroy? Do you care that tear gas is on our streets? Do you care that the military is shooting at you in your home? Do you get that there are no more sides? Do you get that old doesn’t mean you have to respect it? Do you get that there are more than one judging your words and actions?
Will you care when you can’t breathe?
