your world isn’t ending, your country isn’t being attacked. you aren’t hearing drone strikes or missiles being intercepted, your windows aren’t shaking and shattering inwards with the force of sonic booms. your phone isn’t sending out emergency alerts to warn of incoming aerial strikes. you’re not a part of this war, your families don’t have to stay inside because of falling debris. your flights aren’t being cancelled because the airspace is closed, your jobs aren’t being put in jeopardy because of international speculation and unrest. your life at best is mildly inconvenienced by the inflammatory news clips that you scroll through in between jokes about ww3. you’re not going through anything because you don’t stand for anything, you don’t vote, you don’t pull up to your politicians and demand change. you are apathetic at best, and grossly disrespectful at worst because you are mindless consumers as you were bred to be, devoid of the ability to act, pretending that thinking critically is enough. your democracy is a sham, and your addiction to division bc of politicians whose children go to the same boarding schools; the same dinners and galas, who attend the same social events while you in the labor class can’t hold conversation with family or neighbours who are just as exploited as you, sit with your chin up because of your “education” and “beliefs”. you are fodder for the billionaires who use your minds the way they use the bodies of people who are actually affected by war. your tax dollars, your attention, to generate profit at the expense of people’s real lives.
