There’s a propaganda that’s slowly taking over the world. There’s a propaganda that apparently no one has the power to stop, that not enough people have taken notice of. There’s a propaganda that has destroyed a few lives already, but maybe they can be safely ignored for now. There’s a propaganda that makes it okay for a certain section of population to be ignored, to be marginalised, in the name of Oneness, in the name of equality. “If you’ve the equality to get the same jobs, you’ve the equality to get the same punishment”. Of course, that’s not really true, but it sounds scarily convincing.
There’s a plan that will take time to emerge. There’s a virus, that’ll take time to develop, that’ll develop mostly in secret, mostly unnoticed, mostly so subtle that maybe, in the beginning, what little things you do notice, are not strong enough to be spoken against.
But they will slowly become strong. And by that time, the people who, before, could have spoken, will now find their voices have been taken away, by fear, by threat, and the people who can still talk, realise their power to be heard is gone.
There’s a blood that’s slowly rising in people’s ears until one day they’ll become deaf to reason, until one day, they will do the sort of things that they would never otherwise have done, and they won’t even realise they did it, they won’t even realise they’ve lost themselves in the process, because of the blood in their ears, because of the virus in their thought.
And there’s a change, coming.
And every change is preceded by blood.
So blood will flow. People will hide, people will die.
Then one day, they will realise that if they’re dying anyway, they might as well say what’s on their mind.
Then they will. Then they’ll die harder.
But they’ll be heard, hopefully, if the entire world is not driven by hate until then.
They’ll be heard. Humanity will prosper.
And then change will come. Slowly, with a lot of fighting, things will come back to normal.
And then people will talk about how it was “back then”, when a certain section of the population was tortured and massacred for their beliefs.
And then the whole episode will slowly trickle into history books, and become a chapter to bore the children of the future.
But if humanity does not prosper, we’ll be lost for good.
And until then, some people will fear for their lives. And the lives of their children, and the dignity of their kind.
Oh, the humanity.
There’s a plan that will take time to emerge. There’s a virus, that’ll take time to develop, that’ll develop mostly in secret, mostly unnoticed, mostly so subtle that maybe, in the beginning, what little things you do notice, are not strong enough to be spoken against.
But they will slowly become strong. And by that time, the people who, before, could have spoken, will now find their voices have been taken away, by fear, by threat, and the people who can still talk, realise their power to be heard is gone.
There’s a blood that’s slowly rising in people’s ears until one day they’ll become deaf to reason, until one day, they will do the sort of things that they would never otherwise have done, and they won’t even realise they did it, they won’t even realise they’ve lost themselves in the process, because of the blood in their ears, because of the virus in their thought.
And there’s a change, coming.
And every change is preceded by blood.
So blood will flow. People will hide, people will die.
Then one day, they will realise that if they’re dying anyway, they might as well say what’s on their mind.
Then they will. Then they’ll die harder.
But they’ll be heard, hopefully, if the entire world is not driven by hate until then.
They’ll be heard. Humanity will prosper.
And then change will come. Slowly, with a lot of fighting, things will come back to normal.
And then people will talk about how it was “back then”, when a certain section of the population was tortured and massacred for their beliefs.
And then the whole episode will slowly trickle into history books, and become a chapter to bore the children of the future.
But if humanity does not prosper, we’ll be lost for good.
And until then, some people will fear for their lives. And the lives of their children, and the dignity of their kind.
Oh, the humanity.
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