Every uprising demands sacrifice! If they knew better they’d carve your name in stones.

Everyday I wake up wondering “must I do this?! Now?”. Then the voice of courage is sharply silenced by the coward conjuring up mortgage default and homelessness. I stumble into my harness and get on with ploughing.

My liberation will come soon I think to myself, only it’ll come when my years of strength are numbered and am fit for nought but the butchers bench. Yeah, it’s liberation alright!

Leave the lights on when you get there, those who don’t perish trying will need reassurance.