Saoradh
Liberation will come. Liberation must come. We stray from the driven path into an abyss of pain, but are ignorant to this change of course. We have become complicit; stuck at Station Status Quo. The Rage we all should feel at the death of our siblings should be strong enough to strike fear in the bones of gods, but here we are, barely striking fear in politicians. Have we all sold our souls to the money gods, the spirits of greed and hoardery? One feels abandoned, or even worse betrayed.
If we let the light of liberation vanish into that abyss of pain, our hope will vanish too. The Fight for Liberation is a path to freedom, the fight for liberation is a fight for safety, land, and bread for all; a fight for all the souls lost in the wars of the past, the present, and the avoidable future. If we just stand up…
But alas, we lie down, heads low when the rockets start to fly.
We aren’t a community willing to fight for each other. We are individuals, bred and conditioned into a way of life that alienates us from each other, a way of life focused on who we are and want to be; isolated in a crowd, isolated even from ourselves. Have we lost what our ancestors so valued? I don’t think we have, but maybe the West of us has. Ignorance is bliss - what is another thousand dead children to us?
What cruelty we speak of. I know the crying and screaming you would do, the blaming and fighting you would do, were you in the shoes of those oppressed people you don’t bother to think twice about.
Where does this land us? We’re back at a crossroads, dear friend. Liberation for all to one side of our winding existence, life behind a shield of ignorance and privilege behind the other. Humanity or Money, Humanity or Profit. Your choice defines you and mine defines me.
Let it speak, whisper in your ear of a better tomorrow. Let it whisper of the birds, the leaves that shake in the wind, slowly wagging along to the innate rhythm. Let it speak of the people, the land, and the love that is out there for all to grasp. Let us scream and be the hope, for a tomorrow not of peace, but of liberation.
Tiocfaidh ar lá, saoirse don Phalaistín.