Society

Who are you? You who dares pass judgment on my character without taking the time to understand it first. You who attempts to pull my strings if I won’t dance to your tunes refusing to acknowledge that I am not a marionette puppet but a flesh and blood human being. You who forces onto me to a fate which is not my own simply because it was the fate of those you judged to be identical to me. You who from the start condemned the unique individuals to harsh exile and crowned the privileged masters over the others. You who preaches acceptance but behind closed drapes sneers at and mocks anyone who dares live a life you haven’t planned in your books. You who manifested into a playground for the carnival freaks and oddities, and still finds a way to make them feel inferior. You who states your opinion as facts, and who spins facts out of selfish lies. You who refuses to listen to those who speak in blacks and whites for fear that somebody will hear the sense in those words and the senselessness in your own grey ones. You who teaches in riddles, enigmas with no right answer, spinning our minds like a skilled hypnotist until our morals and ethics stoop to the level where they match your own. You who from the beginning of time parented disease of the body, who early on adopted sickness of the mind, and who only intermittently fosters the antidote to both. You who poisons the righteous and rewards the sinners with bitter love. You who narrates our free expression and limits our personal rights only to invade them again and again. You who was created an advocate of religion and connection but took it upon yourself to destroy those things. You who is rich with culture but that culture is a tapestry woven of malevolence. You who should be the pillars which hold up the world but instead are the very reason for its constant downfalls. You who, despite everything, refuses to live and let live.

I know who you are. You are the plague which divides and destroys us. The fire which leaves a trail of burning hopes and dreams in its wake. The narcissist who sets us against each other, making each one of us believe that you have our best intentions in mind, so you can collect your profit from the wars and slip away unnoticed. You are pain and you are despair. You are the blood clots in the veins of civilization, the cancer cells among a community. But worst of all is the fact that despite all this, you are the judge which rules our lives with a fist of iron and steel. Banging the gavel which seals our fates with cold indifference. We have given you a throne and bowed at your feet and I am afraid, terrified in fact, that it is far too late to steal back your crown and place it on the head of a kinder more deserving leader. I know you, society, I see you in all your evil. You will not control me.