Remember you said ‘dictatorship is good – to meet a goal’. You made a choice in that moment – to be walked upon, to become irrelevant, to write someone else’s story, to fulfil someone else’s dream. You chose to surrender your voice. The underlying desire was to trample on people you abhor, but you were judged in the moment, when you made an erroneous judgement.
there are no causes
left to champion, no words
left to write stories
other than borrowed missions
March on, soldier, meet your fate…