On the 16th of December, they stole my voice. I have not been able to properly write anything creative since. No words come. Then, on the 7th of January, they did it again. And on the 10th.
"Another head aches, another heart breaks
I'm so much older than I can take"
The whole world seems to have gone mad. I am paralyzed by the amount of hate I see in the world. Between the extremists, those who demand we hang all criminals, the leaked stories of torture and war crimes, oppression, fear of the other, hate crimes, fascists, more faces of evil with new names, calling for more blood, Fox News... everything that needs to be said has already been said. A million op-eds, ten times as many comments below, opinions and disagreements. Blame games. I vowed not to keep silent anymore, to directly engage in debate when I see something worth debating, even though it erodes my peace of mind.
"I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand"
All I know is, I can't agree with violence as a solution to anything anymore. Not as defense, not as retaliation, not as a means to achieve anything good or peaceful. I have no words, only songs that play in my head. I will rely on the words of others till I find my own again.
"I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier"
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