Busts

I got naked and went straight to the bathroom. I smoked two sticks easy.

That video was more than a trigger, it closed my mind and heart. The smileys I use to try and educate people as much as I can have lost their teeth. Each tooth pulled out without anesthesia, my smile became a mouth full of blood and tattered gums.

I have lost all hope. There’s nothing much to hope for with the state affairs turned from sour to rusty. Rust from the blood of those who had no reason to be dead. It leaves a rough taste in your mouth that might never go away.

Way past the frustration is guilt. Guilt in place of the bystanders who tried to deter the gruesome event. The most prominent is in the face of an old man who tried to plead with the armed government vigilantes to not shoot. They knew the man they were defending. They knew he wasn’t dangerous as wrongly perceived.

The trigger-happy wearing camouflage suits did not listen, one of them even said he didn’t care “whether or not he’s (the army veteran) loaded”, they will shoot. And shoot they did. They shot a man dead.

And they weren’t happy with the man’s death, they shot two times more, and had the audacity to ask people to call an ambulance.

The pigs will probably get away with it, but our hearts as a deeply emphatic people, most of us educated, safe within our homes, still yearn for justice. However quaint, we can’t let that die.

Although our hearts have been destroyed, we cannot falter in hope. We must seek retribution for the people who still want to fight for what is good.

It’s been four hours since I read that news, and tears still stream down my face. Hopeless and helpless I write this to remember how much this government has stripped all my faith in this nation’s so-called authorities. We must make sure we remember everything. Imprint in our minds this much information, we need it to fire up our torches when we finally fight the real fight on the streets. May the blood of those narrow-minded pigs spill. And spill they will.