I constantly scrutinise people. I look at them and I am petrified of what I see. I am not envious of their ‘I don’t care’ attitude, I’m disappointed in them. They have no spark for life, no passion. Their monotonous actions and no interest in this damned and cursed society disgusts me. No emotion runs through them when there are wars raging and our own security and well-being is being crippled by the state. It fascinates me that the public’s eyes are open but they do not see. Their eyes are glazed over with routine, normality and lies. I can smell their fear, they think they’re alone but change is already happening. I see their shallow, hollow souls in every word they speak and every movement they make.

From a young age we are taught to digest the media without question. We are taught that the world is a blissful home. This is an illusion that is forced and embedded into our minds by the people who have other intentions, plans that will not benefit the working class people. Even our freedom of speech is censored and what they want us to say is shoved down our throats, so that we can regurgitate it back to the zombie-like population. They see us as flesh covered robots that conform to their rules and regulations. Once they have used us they will toss us away like useless scrap metal. We are used like puppets, to amuse them and keep them in power. I can’t even call the average person ‘human’, that privilege is reserved for the ones who are willing to revolt and fight for change. We have all been put on this Earth to make change happen and say no to what is wrong. We all breathe the same air and walk on the same rock, so why can’t we all stand up and say we’ve had enough?

I have always been distinctively different from the stereotypical teenager. I will not stand idly by and watch the world suffer at the hands of greed, malice and corruption. I vow to do all that I am able to ensure equality, freedom and fairness. I feel like people stare at me as if I’m absurd but they will never understand why I am so passionate about this. We are all human and we have the right to live in harmony without fear, condemnation and persecution.  I feel isolated even though I know there are many people out there who share the same values and beliefs as me. I know that people would rather ignore what is happening around us and brush it under the carpet, forget about it.  Sometimes I ask myself ‘Should I be doing this or is it pointless?’ But the image of hope and tranquillity that we will soon achieve is enough to motivate me and make me work harder. True freedom is deep in our hearts, it’s screaming like a new-born baby trying to break free and escape from the clutches of a stranger.  The fire in us needs to be released and used to combat immorality. It is our prerogative to demand for a new system that will be beneficial to all. We must claim what is ours and not let them abuse their power against us anymore.

We urgently require a revolution. No state can govern us humans, they need to understand that they should be fearful of us. We are continuously growing in numbers, whether it be socialist or anarchist members, we work together to ensure that our bellowing voices are heard. We will not surrender no matter what they throw at us. When we advance together we can see the light at the end of the tunnel illuminating our awaiting hope, we can smell freedom and feel the rush of a new world.

Life is an adventure, the beginning is near and we can decide what to do to contribute to history. Some people are happy to behave like sheep; I believe that we can work together for the ultimate goal. I feel claustrophobic, depressed and grey. I look up at the sky and it’s dull with pollution, desperate for change and tired with hatred. Compared to the majestic scale of the Earth, I should feel like a speck of dust; but I don’t. I feel big because I know I’m fighting for a cause and contributing to it as much as I can. When you look at the grand scale of life and the movement, it makes you feel alive. I’m constantly thinking and profusely questioning everything around me. I was given life to live, not to fall in line like how we are made to believe we should act.

Revolution

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Newport Protest

Not sure if any of my followers are from Newport South Wales, UK but ah well, any publicity is good publicity!

I’m arranging a little shindig in town soon – marching to mourn the ‘death’ of the city. Dressed in funeral attire, possibly holding a makeshift coffin filled with items that represent Newport. Speech done. Local newspapers will be contacted tomorrow. If you want to get involved or march with us send me a message!

There’s no point in actually posting anything about politics anymore on certain websites. People either take them out of context, argue with no hard facts or call me stupid. Believe it or not, I’m very smart and have certain ‘sources’ that I can’t divulge details of. I have never in my life dismissed somebody’s point of view citing them as ‘stupid’. If I do argue, I have facts to back me up. Always.

Revolution.

I constantly scrutinise people. I look at them and I am petrified of what I see. I am not envious of their ‘I don’t care’ attitude, I’m disappointed in them. They have no spark for life, no passion. Their monotonous actions and no interest in this damned and cursed society disgusts me. No emotion runs through them when there are wars raging and our own security and well-being is being crippled by the state. It fascinates me that the public’s eyes are open but they do not see. Their eyes are glazed over with routine, normality and lies. I can smell their fear, they think they’re alone but change is already happening. I see their shallow, hollow souls in every word they speak and every movement they make.

From a young age we are taught to digest the media without question. We are taught that the world is a blissful home. This is an illusion that is forced and embedded into our minds by the people who have other intentions, plans that will not benefit the working class people. Even our freedom of speech is censored and what they want us to say is shoved down our throats, so that we can regurgitate it back to the zombie-like population. They see us as flesh covered robots that conform to their rules and regulations. Once they have used us they will toss us away like useless scrap metal. We are used like puppets, to amuse them and keep them in power. I can’t even call the average person ‘human’, that privilege is reserved for the ones who are willing to revolt and fight for change. We have all been put on this Earth to make change happen and say no to what is wrong. We all breathe the same air and walk on the same rock, so why can’t we all stand up and say we’ve had enough?

I have always been distinctively different from the stereotypical teenager. I will not stand idly by and watch the world suffer at the hands of greed, malice and corruption. I vow to do all that I am able to ensure equality, freedom and fairness. I feel like people stare at me as if I’m absurd but they will never understand why I am so passionate about this. We are all human and we have the right to live in harmony without fear, condemnation and persecution.  I feel isolated even though I know there are many people out there who share the same values and beliefs as me. I know that people would rather ignore what is happening around us and brush it under the carpet, forget about it.  Sometimes I ask myself ‘Should I be doing this or is it pointless?’ But the image of hope and tranquillity that we will soon achieve is enough to motivate me and make me work harder. True freedom is deep in our hearts, it’s screaming like a new-born baby trying to break free and escape from the clutches of a stranger.  The fire in us needs to be released and used to combat immorality. It is our prerogative to demand for a new system that will be beneficial to all. We must claim what is ours and not let them abuse their power against us anymore.

We urgently require a revolution. No state can govern us humans, they need to understand that they should be fearful of us. We are continuously growing in numbers, whether it be socialist or anarchist members, we work together to ensure that our bellowing voices are heard. We will not surrender no matter what they throw at us. When we advance together we can see the light at the end of the tunnel illuminating our awaiting hope, we can smell freedom and feel the rush of a new world.

Life is an adventure, the beginning is near and we can decide what to do to contribute to history. Some people are happy to behave like sheep; I believe that we can work together for the ultimate goal. I feel claustrophobic, depressed and grey. I look up at the sky and it’s dull with pollution, desperate for change and tired with hatred. Compared to the majestic scale of the Earth, I should feel like a speck of dust; but I don’t. I feel big because I know I’m fighting for a cause and contributing to it as much as I can. When you look at the grand scale of life and the movement, it makes you feel alive. I’m constantly thinking and profusely questioning everything around me. I was given life to live, not to fall in line like how we are made to believe we should act.