Somewhere in the Middle
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oh have you all taken the bait?
what is it that you are afraid of โ
that you would rather choose to fleece yourselves of all your agency?
and is this the place where i embrace my ability to stand up here and shout, โwe must force the people to be freeโ โ insinuating that it is me who knows best, and speak my absolutes as truths
as though i have a final answer and as though i too couldnโt become a monster...
too many people to lead in a fight
there was no hope standing naked on the frontlines
too many people vanish in the night
who could have stopped those hands that dragged them clear out of sight
and who will dare to break on through the instituted illusions
that left us impressed with our own strong songs of alleged democracy?
and in this world, there are two kinds of liberty โ one of them stemming from positivity where revolutionaries believe that people have to be transformed โ coerced to become the better, rational beings that their leaders want them to be โ
and the other? negativity โ where we can all do what we want willingly (and within reason)
thereโs governance, but not dictatorship rule
but we have become fools and think that economic freedom is something to be believed in โ like itโs the equivalent to political freedom โ and it isnโt
too many people whose bodies enslaved
make up the mass of products that you buy to satiate
too many people in lost unmarked graves
whose bones should echo stories of the lives that they gave
and now weโre in neo-con hell
consumers are the individuals and everyone seems pacified by all the lies bought to uphold.
and what are we supposed to do if all attempts at revolution will end up in tyrannical rule? if thereโs always coercion โ always another version of truth โ who is this for anyway?
is it for you? or you?
itโs not for me.
too many people to lead in a fight
there was no hope standing naked on the frontlines
too many people vanish in the night
who could have stopped those hands that dragged them clear out of sight
too many people, whose bodies enslaved
make up the mass of products that you buy to satiate
too many people in lost unmarked graves
whose bones should echo stories of the lives that they gave