In this pressing time of complacency, anger is the only weapon the vulnerable can wield.
To say that we, as humans, are devolving would be an understatement as much as it is a falsity. Each day humanity takes a step towards the future, and yet each day we regress as beings. Moral compass can be swayed and persuaded, principles bought and sold. With the very ground our supposed superiority stands on as hollow as our sense of unity and empathy, where do we find what it takes to be human again?
Emotion could be the least expected answer, but there it is: anger. Burning rage could be the key in restoring the soul this void had caused.
To be angry is to be indignant in the face of the utter disgrace that is this clownery of a government. With politicians with barely any sense of moral ascendancy taking over office in the guise of public service, the very institution entrusted to safeguard this nation is overrun by incompetency and personal agenda. The power delegated to them by the people in the hopes of a better, more secure future gets manipulated into becoming a tool for the rise of the very demons they have sworn to protect us from.
To be angry is to demand more than an apology. With corruption and abuses going on in broad daylight, to be angry is to demand accountability. How long must these executioners bought by money and enshrouded with authority run amok amongst the people, picking off the lowly one by one? Who gets to pay for the deaths of countless innocent lives lost in the name of a pretend change?
To be angry is to be insulted at being played as fools. If the leaders of this land could stomach being puppets, the people cannot and will not anymore. If those who live at the top of the pyramid believe that their masks of philanthropy and charity cover the stench of their treachery, then let them bask in their foolishness. Displaying their degrees in their fancy mansions can only do so much – the real education is out on the street, and they could never pass.
To be angry is to revolt, to clamor, to dismantle and to destroy this system that oppresses, enslaves, silences, and kills. There are no more days of reckoning to be waited for – each day is a day of reckoning. For misery, discrimination, and poverty to be used as twisted narratives subservient to the ruling class is to be fed maggots at a feast: revolting, disgusting, cheap, a mockery in the face of the holders of the truth.
Each passing day has become an irony, a blurred snowball of distinct mess, ready to hit and hurt its target, ready to roll out of control into destruction. Seethe if you must. Find how it is to feel empathy for the collateral damage, to burn with rage for the complicit, to lash out to the complacent. There is no holding back now, no more room for reservations or doubts as to the justification of this wrath.
There is complacency and then there is anger.
Choose humanity.
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