And when I hug it back, I will know, Through symphony of culture breathing free, That I can walk with love And listen to the beating heart Of the laughter of children.
Wrote this while thinking about living in the imperial core, the way they try to shape people's thinking to not care, unless it is a jingoistic support for empire; to view life in an individualistic, hedonistic way, devoid of any deeper meaning to it. The way patriarchy and other such systems try to shape people to bury empathy and normal emotion, and replace it with anger and aggression. And the desire to be free of that shadow cast over humanity.
this post was submitted on 21 Oct 2024
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