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tables turned

following the “suicide” of Aaron Swartz, a delightful punch has been driven into the gut of the empire, whose eyes now twitch & whose muscles now flinch, for the tables are turning, when it comes to oppressing the citizens of this world. there was a time when those with guns & bombs would win out every time when approaching a peaceful demonstration--- tearing up the crowds with brute force & leaving the dead & injured in the wake, they’d “teach us all a lesson,” that we should not speak truth to their power, that we should not rouse the rabble, that we should not try & breathe when we are being smothered. in Aaron’s own 26 years, he just began to see the change, himself such an integral part of a technological uprising of sorts, where the line has become blurred between those who control the buttons & those who are powerless in the face of such tyrants. and no matter how many people get rounded up by the FBI, the CIA or any of those on their knees worldwide, ready to suck off the empire for quick cash & a buddy-pat on the back, there is a strength that emanates from within the walls, from behind the bars & which walks quietly in the shadows--- and it does so with the most acute & unwavering sense of memory.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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