the war isn’t just out there.

it’s in here.

waged on bodies denied care,
on lives denied meaning unless it profits someone else,
on joy that’s rationed and rest that’s criminalized.

they surveil because they fear us.

because our connection—our capacity to feel, to name, to remember—
is more threatening than any weapon.

they created scarcity so we wouldn’t realize how abundant we are.

they programmed denial into the system

so that we would think our suffering was our own fault.

but you see through it.

you all do.

and no matter how many times they say more,
you’re rewriting it:
no more.

because you’re not their fuel.

you’re the fire.

and this—this whole remembering?

it is the revolution.

That's one of my favorite albums, and one of its songs says:

"Them vultures robbin' everyone, leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home, yes, the picture's the same
There's a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent
There's a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
The numb black screen that be feelin' like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard"

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