I will never forget the day when everyone, together, unleashed the symphony of hatred on the world through the screaming screens.
Were they quietly waiting for the stroke of the baton, like a musician absent for a moment waiting for the call to return from the background magma ?
Or were they surprised, almost as much as I was, when the leader without warning and beyond the lines of the staff in front of them, began to move erratically, his eye darkened under a pointed and threatening eyebrow ?
Were they afraid at that moment of losing everything that had brought them to where they were?
Did they have no other choice but to become vectors of this hatred?
Have they been promised some bright future in exchange for a few minutes of unbridled persecution ?
And all, in chorus, they trampled their brothers without flinching, without blinking.
And tens of millions of eyes widened by fear, allowing the flow of cement to penetrate all around their hearts.
Petrified, trapped in horror, my heart,
Yet still beating in the distance, under the greasy walls where insults and denial of humanity have locked it up?
Where is yours?
Where is your heart?
©FJ March 2024
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