throwing away useless pieces of paper
Devastation hits the nation when we're forced to submit. The battle between the cattle is how we commit. We're pawns in a game, the ones with the strings, without name or fame or glory. We fight each other for survivale, taught how to be rivals--but what about the word community? We follow the rules, moving one at a time; crammed in a space with no signs to trace. And the question becomes: how can we ummon the power that we need to be freed and to experience the radience that is Democracy?