Oh dear media

Worshipped in every home, heard and listened to…reaching far more people than any others…precious tool of the elite, supporter of Capitalism, lies and fear. Why oh why can’t you provide us with neutral information? Why is a protest against the mondialisation where the police beat people down and throw at them gas bombs is a good thing while a protest against Chavez who has been repeatedly democratically elected where the police use the same lethal forces against the protesters is not?

You wish to control our mind and I must admit that it works well on most but…but you will not have me. I will never be drinking your words as if they were the truth. Every word you say, I dare wonder if it is a fact, a formulation to corrupt my thoughts, or pure lies.

You went so far to disrupt, that I came to the point of taking everything you say during your “news”, as something wrong. The U.S. wants to get involved in Zimbabwe? It’s not because of inhuman treatment. I look up for independent newspaper from Zimbabwe to try to figure things out but oh so subtle…their website ends with .uk. Am I supposed to be that dumb? Am I not supposed to know that Zimbabwe was a colony of the United Kingdom and fought harshly for their freedom, led by Mugabe?

Why do you throw a fist when China provides Sudan with weapons against Darfur yet you don’t say anything when the U.S. finances the Israeli against the Palestinian? Why can’t you just say things as they are?

Oh dear media, you are doing a wonderful job in your disinformation. I can’t blame you…so much money in the game that it is hard to stick to principles. Don’t you feel dirty to do what you do? Oh, certainly not because I forgot that corporations don’t think about anything else than their pocket.

You have disgusted me, my friend…long time ago.

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