I stopped at a bar for a drink the other day, a bar where supposedly people of awareness meet, a bar where cultural events are held. To break the ice (this is a standoffish town) I gave my neighbor a flyer. She read it, put it down next to me, and left, not a word.
It dawn on me then that we are the enemy. It was not “them” who committed the crime; it was us. Our silence makes us accomplices.
But let’s give “them” some credit; we have been programmed. We have been dehumanized. We don’t care. Our spirit has been killed. Their matrix is on. Welcome to zombie-land; you’re walking dead. May the odds be ever in your favor; you’ll need them.
If we really wanted change, it would be here in a flash.
Wake up and spread the word. Silence is a crime.
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