Zombie nation: The revolution of silence.

Listen to: Dustin O’Halloran – Open Letters.

She sways to the moon in steady motion. Its gravity pulls her towards the skies, and pushes her away – gently. Her eyes speak a thousand words between every blink and the other. The repetition of nightmares has been keeping her sleepless for days. She craves sleep like a lover’s first kiss. Her raw emotion walks her miles and miles to the sea as her thirst grows more and more.

At times – she sat on the edges of eternity and imagined the moon could speak. What wonders will it say; she wonders. The temptation to hear a heaving moon’s cry persists to return whenever lurid nightmares waken her with fright. Tree branches knock timidly on her window, as the music of birds chirping stable her heartbeat.

The sins we commit sometimes take the best of us. We assume we know best, when in fact, we do not. As we attempt to forgive ourselves, we overlook minuet details that help in the self-destruction route we unintentionally take. Our behavior affects those near us most. If only one would take the time to consider, appreciate, and understand – the world might be in peace, or at least, peace would not be a myth heard through mosque pulpits on Friday prayers, or from a church choir on a Sunday evening.

Perhaps if we assume that we do not actually live in a world where the mythological ‘peace’ exists then we would at least realize the sins we’ve committed in quest of it. Or maybe we could at least stop pretending that we believe in this peace puppet show we are lead to believe by propaganda and government ‘not’ owned media.

When the industrial revolution begun, everyone was rushing to educate themselves, to read, to learn about enslavement, tyranny, to fight back – now, we are at a seemingly similar situation, trying to liberate ourselves from the iron fist clutched at the throat of the Middle East, we turn on the television, rest on our potato couches and ask to be fed lies after lies. Then, when we can barely keep our eyes open, we walk as zombies to sleep as others are detained and murdered for demanding their rights.

After all, politicians do what they do best: lie. It is not new, but our ignorance, our profanity in silence and submission has reached new lows. We are not as helpless as they make us believe. Alas, we are to blame for our own stupidity.

We fear fear itself, not detention, not death, but fear. How weak we have become sickens me at times, more than I can tolerate. I wonder at times if screaming out the window of a car, or painting a bold ‘wake up’ statement on a state building in some fancy city would feed anything but my artistic needs. We are but in denial of our own stupidity and refuse to believe how costly our silence truly is. And I wonder – If our silence was that loud, how would our voices be when united?

She wakes up from yet another nightmare. The moon has not yet spoken, the trees no longer knock on her window, and the birds have gone silent at dawn. How ironic it is to see everything clearly amidst complete darkness, when blind in presence of brightest of lights.

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