The land, raped of its undying beauty for the benefit of intangible power structures existing only in the collective minds of so-called “civilized nations.”
The people of the land, unwilling to be subjugated and enslaved,
instead massacred in what can only be called anything but genocide in
the institutions built directly over those bodies, taught with a smile.
The people of other lands, robbed of their homes,
their families, their humanity, given willingly nothing but chains,
beatings, death, and enough trauma to survive centuries, commodified
and sold into the self-preserving plantation that still lives to date,
lacking even slightest notion of dismantlement by the entities that
The plantation, constantly adapting to modern constraints, never ceasing
in its aim, once again stealing people, stealing lives, now behind iron
bars and cement walls, marginalized and forgotten by a disillusioned
society made to believe that the institutions that facilitate industrial
dehumanization are the ones that protect an objective justice.
The hunger, beginning in the stomach and reaching its tentrils into every
crevace of one’s atrophic body until the only stimulus their brain can
register is the pain of their own self-consumption.
The bombs, which civilians should be honored to be executed by, as they come
from the Greatest Country in the World.
The billions of shells drawn from the bullets forced into the flesh of
horrified onlookers, their lifeless bodies, agony permanently casted
into their faces, their blood manifesting itself buried under the thick
pavement of the hottest new shopping center, constantly seducing you to
buy any variety of commodities built to stimulate every last
neurotransmitter in your body until there is nothing left, the only
exception being more profit for those who already control you like a
The world carries it.
Do you feel the weight?
In a system built to ensure that the less you are of what another has to carry,
the more you take on yourself?