Independence, justice, freedom, peace
Most of that is nothing anymore except original sin dressed fancy.
We slap some fresh paint on the rot and call it progress, but the blood’s still wet underneath.
There will always be permanent unrest everywhere.
Always.
This world doesn’t heal. It limps forward, dragging the weight of what it’s done.
Your country? Same story. Every country. Built on rape, on stolen land, stolen resources , abusive labour, on bodies no one bothers to count anymore. You can't escape the past nor the present. Not in nationalism and not in religion and not in lack of it.
Only patch it up, pretend it’s fine.
They hand out flags, give speeches, sell freedom like any other used car. Talk of ethics because talk is cheap. But the rot never leaves. It is just changed-paint.
The justice offered is a stage act. The freedom is fake.
Always has been.
Performative.
And you agreeing or disagreeing with the state of things and the effects doesn't absolve you from the responsibility.
Many of us didn’t swing the sword, sure, but we live in the house it built.
We walk the streets it paved.
We cash the checks it wrote with someone else’s blood.
And when any of us tries to fix it, we usually just rearrange the furniture while the foundation keeps sinking.
Some people throw their lives at it, trying to scrub it clean. Die for it..
Some look the other way.
Some sit in the wreckage and call it home. Masochists and sadists..Some drown in it...
And some get up anyway to carve out a little space where the rot can’t reach for a while, without denying the rot any acknowledgment nor their part in it.
Maybe the space gets crushed later. Maybe it doesn’t matter.
But they do it anyway.
Because what else is there except trying?
We slap some fresh paint on the rot and call it progress, but the blood’s still wet underneath.
There will always be permanent unrest everywhere.
Always.
This world doesn’t heal. It limps forward, dragging the weight of what it’s done.
Your country? Same story. Every country. Built on rape, on stolen land, stolen resources , abusive labour, on bodies no one bothers to count anymore. You can't escape the past nor the present. Not in nationalism and not in religion and not in lack of it.
Only patch it up, pretend it’s fine.
They hand out flags, give speeches, sell freedom like any other used car. Talk of ethics because talk is cheap. But the rot never leaves. It is just changed-paint.
The justice offered is a stage act. The freedom is fake.
Always has been.
Performative.
And you agreeing or disagreeing with the state of things and the effects doesn't absolve you from the responsibility.
Many of us didn’t swing the sword, sure, but we live in the house it built.
We walk the streets it paved.
We cash the checks it wrote with someone else’s blood.
And when any of us tries to fix it, we usually just rearrange the furniture while the foundation keeps sinking.
Some people throw their lives at it, trying to scrub it clean. Die for it..
Some look the other way.
Some sit in the wreckage and call it home. Masochists and sadists..Some drown in it...
And some get up anyway to carve out a little space where the rot can’t reach for a while, without denying the rot any acknowledgment nor their part in it.
Maybe the space gets crushed later. Maybe it doesn’t matter.
But they do it anyway.
Because what else is there except trying?
