backlash and disorder
It’s chaos and disorder. A meaningful life but one which
does not lift me from my nihilism. I do not believe in your doctrines,
religions, traditions, values, laws, trends, fashions, obsessions, dreams and
goals. I don’t subscribe to your passion for wealth, status and power. I enjoy
helping people but not to develop an increasing sense of superiority. And, as a
result, I need to spend most of my time alone. So I stumble through disorder;
disorder in my home and in my mind and my heart. Via video I speak to my
parents and see the pain in their eyes. I switch on the television and the news
beams a perpetually looping story of a soldier hacked to death by a man of ‘suspected
Nigerian heritage’ and I fear the backlash. And it all seems so staged and fake.
I start to wonder if I am simply losing my mind and slipping over the precipice
into the depths of insanity or if this is just media manipulation to force some
form of fascist immigration law or war or some racist terror fever to strike
fear into the hearts of those hoping to come to Britain to make a better life
for themselves. It’s a tragic world in which we turn on everything weaker than
us… we treat animals as mere commodities and we treat human beings as trash
whilst digging deep holes and burying ourselves in things that have no value.
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