the exampleA Poem by delapruchna.while s/he was playing the game following the rules doing what her/he was told & living the life of a good citizen, s/he was walking evidence of a system which had worked, grinding its gears to churn out the proper amount of submission, allegiance & fear, which kept her/in check & the people running things satisfied, for what they wanted was being done & so the story went until one day, the clock stopped ticking the way that it had been & the routine nature of master & slave was derailed--- said good citizen found a light shed on a part of their existence which had been kept from them prior, in fact it’s fair to say they stumbled upon it, as even those who have perfected the art of keeping things from the many still make mistakes, as humans do & when the mistake was found, that fatal hole in the curtain allowed her/him to see right through.
s/he could have kept it to her/himself & had s/he done so, then life would stay comfortable, life would stay the same & the routine would not be tampered with, but the conscience eats at one who holds within them a greater notion of what justice is & what it means to seek a better life for all of us while we are together on this planet--- it will not let one rest, once the knowledge is uncovered & implanted in the mind of someone who discerns its value to be of great importance to the world--- so the once “innocent” individual becomes “guilty.”
overnight, the process can take place, once the curtain has been pulled away & the powers that be who don’t like what they see, will find a way to make an example out of this person who had been haunted by truth & who felt that if they hadn’t revealed it to the world, then they would go mad from keeping it inside.
locked away in a cell, kept from the light, kept from their friends & family, kept from all the freedoms they once had, meant to rot to death withstanding periods of torture & long drawn out periods of boredom & fear, until the heart stops beating--- just as it was meant to be. © 2012 delapruch |
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Added on June 10, 2012 Last Updated on June 10, 2012 Authordelapruchnothingville, NYAboutBio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..Writing
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