In Our Hands

_ From where I am standing, I see this World programmed by men. It is a joke.

_ And, where I stand is at the peripheral of sanity. It might just crack.

_ This World is consistantly developed by men past project deadlines and released with bugs and security loopholes. They sell you the upgrades later. This is a world reflected. Thousand of times over. Screwed thousands of times over. People are lead to believe we can be free.

_ Our People wear so many prefixed masks designed by homo sapiens with Y chromosome. Some can choose which mask they want to wear. Some can't as they live their lifes trudging along under the watchful eyes of the Big Brothers. As things gets progressively worse, do they know who they are in the end?

_ We should break from our enforced norms. Pay no attention to the rules made by men. Shut down the patriarchy media. Stop giving in, stand up and say what you really want. Kick down doors. All while making sure no one gets hurt or gets left behind even though casualties are expected.

_ Eternal happiness is in our hands. It is fragile but it is hope. With hope we can have a new beginning. People of the World unite and don't ruin it.

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Inspired by Raise The Red Lantern.