I stand frozen in time as a statue
The mask I'm wearing shielding me
But the rest of you are also wearing masks
I step forward with my shadow
Like an enchantress, taking the stage
"Down with the bourgeois! Those of you who can speak!
May you all be punished for ye lofty words,
And nonsensical beings!"
I scream my lungs out as if it were a rock concert.
My social anxiety can only be described,
As every single revolution that matters, and even
Those who didn't.
Who are you to force me to talk about the weather
Again for the millionth time!?
I laugh in the face of your normality
Every single revolution starts with three things;
Manifesto, love and a bullet.
The bourgeois , those of you who can speak,
Learn that your silence is golden, and your acting
Is an illusion.
