Let not demons linger
Doubt not your inner-strength
Heed your natural patterns
And another’s love shall find thee.
What leads people to moral depravity? For everywhere, in every age of mankind’s history, depraved people have hurt those in their care.
Seed ————————————-> Entitlement —————————————> Action
A seed is planted A dictator rises to power, establishing the right to depravity
To perceive depravity is possible from without. But is it easy for the depraved to see the export of their actions?
Group ———> Not-group
Perceiving one as unlike oneself is a core root of depravity. Anything goes with the ‘non-people’.The best of mankind is in the tribe, but so is the worst. Collective depravity is ghastly. Is it the result of a depraved few leading others to war for their own warped sense of power?
It is tempting to turn this on its head, and de-humanize the de-humanizer. Who cares if Trump loses everything and becomes homeless? Who weeps at a Hitler’s grave?
Seed —-> Plant —-> Form —-> Addiction
Moral depravity as gradual process. First the dictator locks up a dissident. Then he locks up ten. No backlash and little protest. So then he kills a dissident. Then ten more. By now he has no qualms. He will destroy more and more lives to maintain power, so long as he is not resisted.
‘The shattering of the greatest temple starts with the breaking of the tiniest taboo.’
Moral depravity as addiction. The above dictator might not even realize how he is sliding into moral depravity. The norms of acceptibility and morality as gradually shifting, until they reach obscene levels.
Depraved acts —-> Gradually more depraved acts —-> Normality
Normality is the heart of depravity. The normal people are the enablers of life’s worst ills. Their collective moral cowardice is tangible in the prisons and the estates. Their collective moral cowardice is war, death, famine and depraved atrocities against women and children.
The status quo, therefore, is innately depraved and requires annihilation. The most shit-spreading people on this world have the cleanest teeth and the nicest appearance. Be not fooled by such vanity. Evil and depravity wears a suit and tie.
Depraved order —-> Annihilation —-> Rebirth
I will end on a happy note. Hidden depravity always surfaces, for truth will always tunnel for the surface. The lie is always exposed, the old order always collapses. The only question is – how much damage can it do before its inevitable demise? Hasten the victory of humanity by daring to see, daring to say, and daring to challenge.
Depravity cannot triumph, it is being pushed back and back by the legions of humanity. We will not stand for it anymore. We will not stand for cover ups and authoritarianism and the status quo and the crimes behind closed doors. We know the truth now, we are forming together, we are gaining in strength. The eyes of the just shine upon ever darker quarters. We keep on seeking out injustice, for our gaze alone can turn it. Mankind is learning not to tolerate depravity, the hiding places of the dictators grow ever fewer.
Soon they will shrink to nothing…
Now I am a note of chaos
In the symphony of order
A madman and an idealist.
In less than a decade
I will be a visionary
And a hero of mankind.
They know this
The corpses who hold on to power
Yet til the bitter end
They will waste the lives of their vassals
And tear the land apart.
Power knows not past, present, future
It is timeless, like the depths of the mind
Irrational, lost, desperate, screaming at the void
Like a child, for more, more, greater hoard
For fame, and followers, golden things, nations at its clawed feet.
Power knows no reverence for life
And has no love for the beauty of the galaxy.
But the tyrant always falls
For ‘mad-folk’ like me are always born,
And the people always triumph,
The only question is when.
They hate me, for I am change-bringer
I am truth-wielder, I am death-howl,
I am game-ender, I am a note of chaos
In the symphony of order.
Seven hundred thousand refugee
Sail across the distant sea
I want dem come for company
For my own land, me refugee
No passport many years
No job twenty years
No home a lifetime
Come and join me refugee
In my own country.
Dis your country too
What done to you, by colony
Accept dis apology
Come settle, make me glad with glee
My new friend, no more a refugee.
When you stumble
Live your life
For who you are
Embrace your dreams