The Great Dream
Ambiguity strikes the ascending march, step by step the looming boots of the military echo in the night of the darkest rain. Indigo and bottomless, the eyes of the soldiers speak only in mimicry as they mirror the words of their supposed leaders. Pictures taken prior tell a story of promise and hope, faith in something bigger represented as the ones who know better than the rest.
Not knowing of the intention to stifle the masses in coagulated fear and the prophecy of sin. They act upon their orders again and again, missing the women and men they've left at home who struggle to meet the ends of the promised land and its ever beckoning dream. This big smoke is built upon a silent greed that grows, erodes and chokes humanity like an insidious weed. Clutching at straws and ankles with poison in its thorns, roots and seeds. It's floored systemically, if it bleeds it leads.
Devout in their beliefs, till thy kingdom come, they opt to die in ode to the great vision. The lie of many, the truth of a sum smaller than all the wars that will never be won. As they're not meant to be. As they so reverently perpetuate new reasons to commit high treason against the true brotherhood of good men and women.
Pictures taken post apocalypse tell a different terror tale, machining darkness shrouding hints of the light that used to dance on faded laugh lines. Smile's now lie hidden in the shadows of malicious intent. The signs of bowing broken and once good men. Their eyes no longer sparkle in faith of the new grand scheme. Pure sorrow radiates like Hiroshima from their hardened features, yet still; we so easily forget we have a choice in which pill we take, we forget what's at stake within this caustic game of human sacrifice to aid the few. Rape the resources, we'll just sign up new troops. Rope them in with promises of security and education - whilst we fetch them new boots. Give them a new story they can march to. When will we learn, what more can we do? Soon there will be no pictures afterwards for us to spurn truth. Change the channel I don't want to watch this dude.
- Samantha-Jeanne