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Stuck in a system where the rusted gears endlessly falter, the man satisfies himself of his proletarian status. He only sees that reality which eats his dreams and ambitions, accepted and forever acclaimed. How many times, have we been told that “It has always been like that.” “At your age, I was thinking just like you.” “You don’t have a choice.”. Asleep within that pre-defined frame, unable to see past his own cage, mankind perceives itself as free. Free to choose, free to establish its own way of living. An illusion of freedom, in order to maintain productivity. Vicious circle that has for unique goal the destruction of human’s intellectual matter. Materialist, consumer, ignorant or well-informed…he remains nothing more than a prisoner in endless research of happiness.

Are we so numb that we are unable to see the wheel spin? Are we so dishearten, that we prefer to keep our eyes closed on our present, our future and our past? How can we accept to live under such conditions without having words on our life?

We are deafened by the noises that the machine produces, scatterbrained by its lights and emblems. How can we sit and watch for nothing but a moment, the movement of that wheel? Contemplate with aggravation the deterioration of our existence. Reduce to nothingness all efforts because lonely men that you are, needless to wake up, this dream is so much better.

Far away, we perceive that soothing mirage. A soft breeze brushing the coast while by a single day off, we enjoy that view, oh so pleasing. The racket so familiar is no more. But by a snap of the fingers, has already returned. Vain hopes too often unhealthy: this is the symbol of happiness that human clings to.

We don’t have time to think. We are born on this planet, as main matter for that industry that destroys the mankind potential as we have known it. The resource, tireless, reproduces and when one doesn’t do it anymore, another will know just better how to oil the equipment. Like a cannibal, our predator watches us, spies on us. He will know soon enough when the moment of renewal will arrive, devouring its prey still tender.

And he watches the wheel spin, a subtle smile caressing softly the rigid features of his face. He knows. Main matter, not only are you crafting wonderful gadgets, but you know better than anyone, how to use them. Of that piece of paper, like a magician, you will bring me thousands back. Don’t ever ask for more than your bread, because never, oh never, will I tolerate such insolence. This is mine, be happy of what is yours.

And we will watch the beast feast on our brother, because we are free. We will not say word, because we are comfortable. We earn our bread; he did not even know it tasted. But whatever…my crumb is fresh, and this nest is but more mine.

Comes the day where the grain becomes rare. We cannot earn our bread, because it has disappeared. We cannot earn our water, because he drank it all. But whatever…we are comfortable. …we were comfortable. Today, we do not have enough to live on, and that wheel, of which we were hearing the gentle cog, stopped spinning. We have, as well, stopped existing.

- Sabbi

How long will we wait?

And there was the day I became conscious. Conscious of my existence, of this pre-decided road on which I had to walk until the fatidic end of my brief appearance on earth. I started to walk, to…grow as some please themselves to say. The changing environment: its wonderful colours fading away. It was merging so perfectly that I barely noticed, as long as I wasn’t looking behind me. Anyway, even though I would have wanted to, I couldn’t walk back. With a slight push in the back, they show me the direction to take and no other must be considered as mine.

Is it mine or theirs? I often asked myself… A questioning that many prefer to ignore as reality, the answer to that interrogation, changes our lives forever. I, who believed that all were the heroes of their own adventure, was horribly mistaken. It’s them, who decide where are going, what we must think, do, create and use. They decide also, the day of our arrival and departure. Are we in all honesty, nothing more than marionettes?

Darkness invaded my soul the day I realized this. While I was attempting to find my own path, to hear my own reasoning within this chaos, the scheme exposed itself being much bigger than I first believed it could be. During each discovery, an expending rage eats the rest of their education, of their doctrine so deeply engraved. How can we see clearly while all stimuli are adulterated, swindled, manipulated by that third party.

I’m losing hopes. What will happen to these other generations, those children of our children? Will they be braver and more serious in their implication than we or are parents are? Will they be so misled that they will be completely obnubilated, such as zombies, machines accepting that the term “life” isn’t for them and is from now on unreachable? If freedom isn’t for us, it’s for them that we should fight!

The strength of my words remains useless, unable to state fairly that rage, this feeling of extreme disdain. While I thought I was isolated, she embraced me and it’s because of her, that I paint those weak sentences of this sheet. Not only am I not alone or poorly accompanied…but we are thousands! Thousands of people screaming to every Elite’s moves, but nothing more. Only words spread, quotes taken away…a popular force thrown to the garbage.

Change isn’t a discussion matter anymore. It’s a reality, a need. A need that is just as important and essential as eating, sleeping or even lodging. It is now fundamental. We can’t allow sitting back passively in front of TV, letting the media manipulate our poor grey matter, whitening.

That the population choose “the less bad”, clearly shows our lack of judgment. We are the population and I am part of that “we” just as you are. I can’t accept this cowardice where we prefer to blame our neighbour for our own misery. The simple “because” isn’t enough. It is time to rise and take what is ours. Together, consequently live by those words that please our revolutionary minds while we condemn the destruction of our future.

Forever become these warriors of the humanity liberation. It is no more the princess of childhood stories who needs rescue but the whole humanity, and its mother earth. Every single minute that passes by, becomes nothing more than the breath’s echo destroyed by our idleness. Hundreds of men, women and children, falling under the weight of canons; thousands of forest hectares, becoming no less than a souvenir…

- Sabbi