And so they tell us, be grateful that you live in a world of freedom. But what exactly defines our freedom? And how precious is freedom, if our voices are being suppressed by the amount of money in our bank accounts or number of degrees associated with our names? What good is liberalism, if we are drowning in such a self-obsessed world?
And in our efforts to be heard, we are often times silenced. Why? Because we cause mayhem within society. ‘Hush Hush, file a complaint and we will deal with it,’ or ‘we don’t have the money or time to listen to you right now.’ Irrelevant we are told, we are known to be complainers, leaches, those socialists, and the attention-seeking.
But hey, maybe if you actually listened to us, you’d understand.
Too bad you don’t.
Here’s to Banksy and his efforts to create social reform.
Here’s to an artist, fighting against the constraints of conformity and the limits of our Freedom to Express.
Thank you for inspiring the rest of us to raise our voices.
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- “It has been said that ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” ~Rose Kennedy
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- Art is not a crime.
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- Hypocrisy is the audacity to preach integrity from a den of corruption. ~Wes Fesler
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- Cover me up all you want, I’m still here.
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- Trying to make sure I stay in line right? I don’t have the right to feel. What’s expression again?
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- Yeah I live in a world of torn promises, broken people, and shattered hearts. War happens to be the most common resolution to pain here.
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- Since when were love and peace two separate entities?
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- The crime is theft: theft of opportunity, theft of happiness, theft of life.
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- No one gives a shit about our dreams my friend, everyone’s out for themselves.
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- Oh yes your capitalistic lifestyle won’t let me be happy. I’ll forget about my dreams and survive. Don’t worry about me.
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- Yeah, no one gives a damn about my emotional psyche. Use me all you want.
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- Ignorance is bliss? Don’t worry about experiencing life, that’s what the internet is for.
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- Marry your phone, forget about our connection- it’s not like I’m important anyways.
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- I’m invisible to you. You are invisible to yourself. Welcome to the rat race.
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- ‘Yes please walk by yet again.’
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- But that too, is a dream away.
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- Oh sorry, you don’t approve of how I love?
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- Don’t corrupt my dreams just yet, don’t play me like an instrument. I’ll let you fine tune me, when all that’s left are my empty screams.
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- Can you hear me yet?
Sources:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17
