I knew it before landing in this jungle of well-dressed thorns.
They don’t like people who know better than them. They speak to you as if obliging. They probe further to know your alignment to power bases.
And that man with one eyebrow quizzically raised… I knew it he will walk away after knowing who I am.
It’s a well-protected fortress. They live in perpetual fear of exposure.
Anybody who is not bought or obliged is not aligned. It ensures silence.
They’re afraid of my non-aligned voice. It drives me deeper into silence, till I start writing…