This world
My birthplace, my home
Whatever happens
I stand ready to defend
You who would let evil flourish
Know this
You're not my first villains
And fate willing
You'll not be my last.
Before we work on things, we need to like... drop some facts. We've all been suckered, complacent, weak. Basically we've allowed ourselves to be played, pitted against each other as we fought over a choice that was always about maintaining power.
This is US focused bc I'm still learning. But betting everyone else is kind of messed up too.
If you're not interested in reading a takedown of your party, don't click. You've been warned.
This mask, these masks
Impermanent, I know
Limiting, comfortable
But I cannot stand idle
While everything burns
Cracks in the porcelain
This shade of me, shimmering
My crimson rage
Channeled into words
Perhaps I have time
Time before words become acts
Before this fiction is cast aside
And I die once more for my cause.
Good luck killing me, I’m a work of fiction.
I blame @NaClKnight@c.im for this. Roughly to the tune of We Don’t Talk About Bruno from Encanto. Written between work meetings, so… don’t judge too harshly.
You're supposed to write something, you derp.” My inner monologue says, rolling her eyes. “Not even halfway through the month and you're flaking out.”
The institutions you’ve relied on have betrayed you
They have enriched themselves at your expense
Offering the choice of authoritarianism and worse
Destroying the very planet with their greed
This dystopia was created without your consent
The lie that you are powerless used to keep you weak
But you are neither weak nor powerless
And you need not fear these cowards in power’s guise.