Let I be free.

Just as the black man wanted to be free from the slavery and oppression put upon him by the white man, my soul wants to be free from this babylonian society.

As my soul is enslaved by this society built on money, it desperately shouts on the top of it's lungs how this "opium for the people" numbs the mind and puts the souls in line, unable to think nor act for themselves. Chained to the frames of "right" and "wrong" one dwells in short enjoyments like a new shirt and a latte. While doing this, people are working 16 hours a day to make the cloth of which your shirt is made, and pick the coffee beans in your latte. While people stand in acid up to their knees for hours and hours a day to make your shirt the right color, you have a short rush of endorphins in your brain when you've spent more money than they make in one month on that sweater. While they are sprayed with insecticides and suffers cancer, and give birth to malformed children, you zip on your sweet latte.

And everyday of the week, I must live in this disgusting mass of ignorant people, refusing to see what they are contributing to. And since this society is built on capitalism, I must buy what the mass demands, since the fair alternative barely exists. This makes me contribute to something I condemn the very existance of. And that is one of the chains holding my soul captive.

Work is another chain. What I do at work could never get me food, should society ever crumble and there would be a chaotic jungle. And the atmosphere and people is so much part of this enslaving society, this mass peregrination to soul decapitation, that they could never stand out of it and look at it's marvelous repulsiveness. This mass of same-thinking individualists conforming to the same bullshit. They are not individuals, they are a mass of conformists praising the moral values and their agreed-upon "right" and "wrong". Amidst this I sit. I sit and I create something I have no interest in. I sit there by myself, because all others live in their bubble of barbieworld.

The I within I is not free. Although I&I try...and we will succeed. Peace and love and open mindedness shall conquer before this time is over. A time of caring for others, a society where everybody is The Good Samaritan. And we shall have nothing more than what we need.