It's 23.12. Friday is soon becoming Saturday.
I have spent most of these days reading a book about my family's past. A book that made me cringe and upset. Such injustice in this world, a mentality where everything takes ages. Where you take one step forward and two steps back. It's tiering, to not know, to not be able to know and where no one can give you answers. Who has the right to decide what is wrong, what is right? Who have the prerogative to tell someone that this is the road to follow? When is it time to take that right?
The book gave life to broken bodies but still made a wish for more. However, the hunt for answers that some people in this world already hold, makes it frustrating to even believe there is a point to chase them.
Cry out, for gods sake.
I have spent most of these days reading a book about my family's past. A book that made me cringe and upset. Such injustice in this world, a mentality where everything takes ages. Where you take one step forward and two steps back. It's tiering, to not know, to not be able to know and where no one can give you answers. Who has the right to decide what is wrong, what is right? Who have the prerogative to tell someone that this is the road to follow? When is it time to take that right?
The book gave life to broken bodies but still made a wish for more. However, the hunt for answers that some people in this world already hold, makes it frustrating to even believe there is a point to chase them.
Cry out, for gods sake.
If I told you that today is the day of change. Would you follow?
Letting the 100 flowers bloom across the nation
Bringing a new era to our land
Colouring the dust
Breaking and entering
And when I die, would you make me a martyr
Or would you forget?
