Monday 17 March 2014
This is not the least of its virtues. From those who seek hope above all, it tears away every firm ground. Those who claim to have solutions are contradicted almost immediately. Everyone agrees that things can only get worse. “The future has no future” is the wisdom of an age that, for all its appearance of perfect normalcy, has reached the level of consciousness of the first punks.
Ok, we’ve got the rage, and Im not talking about rabies. Ask Fab, life is cliciking like our heels on the cobbles. The rage to see our goals being blocked, the rage to live across. The rage that is ingrained since long ago. The rage for having grown too fast. When adults have stolen your childhood. BAM! Imagine a racing car and a wall...
The rage, for impossible is this so much desired peace. The rage, to see all those armed MDP’s in our streets. The rage, to see this fucking world in self-destruction. With innocent people always at the center of fires. The rage, for it’s MAN who built each wall. Who has locked himself in concrete, is he afraid of nature?
The rage, for he’s forgotten that he belongs to nature. And it’s a deep disharmony, to which world did the dove fly? The rage, to be lashed at by society’s norms. At the rage, the rage for having the rage since we were a child. Because we’ve got the rage. We’ll stand up, no matter what happens. The rage. To go through, to the end where life drives us.
Because we’ve got the rage. We’ll neither shut up, nor sit down, for now we’ll be ready. Because we’ve got the rage, the heart and faith. Because we’ve got the rage. We’ll stand up, no matter what happens. The rage. To go through, to the end where life drives us. Because we’ve got the rage. Nothing could stop us. Insubordinate, wise dissident, humanist, or rebel. The Rage. For we choose nothing and always submit...