Post Three: The War of Us Versus Them

This Human within the Stranger post is unlike the first two. My apologies for the wait, I’ve been rather busy playing the role of a busy body. Nevertheless, here it is…

The mind that knows, controls the body that feels, is that not right? Now I ask you, can you feel the ground quaking at your feet? Can you see the dogfights overhead? Can you see the explosions in the distance? Can you see the tanks mauling down the dusty streets? Can you see the muzzles flaring off between huts? Can you see perspired lovers shivering behind cover?  Can you feel the desert heat? It’s burning, isn’t it? Not like the city. Indeed, far from the city. Now, I ask you, can you remember? Do you even remember how you got here? The scissors, and the new garments that lay on your back at this very instance, do you remember anything about them?

Look behind you, Can you see them? The army that marches. Armaments pointed towards the heavens, boots crunching in the rubble between each step, adorned by desert camouflage so that they appear almost stitched into the setting they’re in. Now look closely. You must be able to see something shimmering above them all, something reflecting light. Lines that run from their necks, backs, arms and legs; tell me, you see that! It all traces back to the sky- to the overseers. They think I don’t know. They think it’s impossible to know. For all I know, I can be Chief Bromden to you, but how will that change the fact that now that I pointed it out, you can see it too. Listen! They grow closer to us. I already knew they were coming for me, but now they’re coming for us.

Now they surround us. They all point at us, ridicule us, and convict us. As if we even did deserve a fair trial. Look at all we’ve done. We are criminals! Can you see the looks on their faces? So fired up, they all are. See them all, not a single one misses the boat. Now, one aligns his rifle with our skulls. The last thing we hear is a “click”. Then everything turns red, then monochrome, then red again. But you can still hear me, right?

Feel the wind that blows through the hole in your head as they kick sand on the corpse of your existence. Let You be proof that this world is unforgiving to those that refuse be to tamed. Cut the strings of media, and refuse to be their slave, then you will see the war that rages on at your doorstep, then you will see how they battle to maintain control over your mind, then you will realize the Human within the Stranger, and then and only then, must you turn back to save those who are still tangled in their webs.