It is extremely tough to be an idealist in a system of compromises. Where blatant lies carry more weight than a true idea. Vested interests stand far more important than the power of the people. A bitter truth we live in, a farce called society. Call me an anarchist, a misguided idealist or a lost soul. People count for nothing because they are not souls, not humans they are herds of goats. Up for sale to the highest bidder then stand and wait, for sheep are for slaughtering and their meat and hides to be put to use for those who own them.But silence of the lambs will be an invitation to the wolves, and behold they have gathered. But if the people are not given the power they have to take the power themselves. Only if they chose to!
I will go to dust and be no more but ideas live on, they always have! They have a certain knack of outlasting us mere mortals to make us believe how foolish we were. Thoughts based on an ideal will live on the compromising will live for now but in the end they would regret all the days of compromises and wish for a day where they can live and stand for an ideal. People will celebrate for now and in time they will cry out in desperation and anger only then will the realize the following words of Mario Savio,
“There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part; you can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!”
Superb!!
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