"It takes less mental effort to condemn than to think."
(Emma Goldman 1869-1940 Anarchist revolutionary)
The Revelation of freedom: Written by:0ne
I awoke, Early that morning
The sun breaking through my eyes like desperate thieves in the night
The air rich with the smell of broken bodies and my ears made deaf from children screamingI stood in my hall watching the clouds manifest demons from the fire risen smoke that now blinded me
I felt the thick liquid of failed rebellion beneath my feet and I wept
I wept until my tears covered it and would allow me to proceed in my horror filled observation
I stepped out the door and saw the world as I never saw it before, I saw the truth
The smell of corporate chemical waste and oil deprived lands filled with dead hopes and dreams
I stepped out further only to find that I was not alone
A thousand and one souls that stared back at me like mirrored images
all wearing their uniform of freedom and their eyes glittering with anticipation
laying my eyes upon them filled me with their courage
for their faces resembled those that my country shunned for their defiance
and within my shock they vanished, only to leave behind the essence of anger and passion
which traveled towards me with the fury of frightened stallions
I became consumed
Consumed with knowledge, consumed with defiance, consumed with anger, consumed with rebellion
Then upon the streets I saw a mass army
Their flags worshiped flying creatures and their armor was black as night
With them was an arsenal made only with the intent to destroy beauty, Not protect it
And standing in front of them was him
His eyes gave the illusion of purity and his face was mangled with power
Yet I was unafraid
I walked into the streets alone against the armies that came to bring war against me
cannon's and fire arms pointed towards me with the ambitious eyes of soldiers taunting me
I continued my walk while they shouted guidelines of conformity and taunted me with death
All the while, He smiled
But my ears were made deaf to them, only the screams of Zack,Bob and Serj fueled my walk
I saw the fire sprout from their weapons But I continued my walk still unafraid
I fell to my knees, My blood comforting my collapse and my clothes sheltering my wounds
I laid on my back looking towards the red sky as the surrounding light slowly faded
My walk was over, My rebellion failed, My blood wasted upon the floor like that I felt before
I turn my head right, Towards the army the army that celebrated victory
I turned my head left....
And behold, legions of those that had awoken like I had, that had seen the truth just as I had seen it
Now stood before me, from all walks of life and Crees, not bound by ethnicity, But bound by change
He and his armies who worshiped the eagle became afraid
They marched passed me towards the army that brought war screaming chants of defiance
they threw bottles filled with fire and clutched angry closed fist into the war darkened air
I felt my lungs give into the death the rest of my body had accepted
my eyes closed, My breathe was lost, But my Rebellion was Reborn.