By: Carlos Ayala


Woe to the enemy, the enemy itself lies within. Parallel distances, lead to the same destination. We have seen evil and tyranny in many, and love and acceptance from a few. The views we have politically and intellectually expressed have became the chains of our own enslavement. We have fallen to the irreverent. As childish as a belief in an omnipotent being that controls our fate with the push of a button.  We sing our songs of arrogance. Our knowledge is truth stretched far. We have bled for the ideals of those who will abandon them later. We listen when they rabble on top of soap boxes, singing parables of our lives. Just to make us feel a connection, that was never there. We were lost inside the mythology of wicked men, we were doomed to their destiny. We carry the blood stained banners of history with indoctrinated pride. We are destitute and forever in debt to the diluted spoils of war. For which we are told to sacrifice our lives, in the name of unfulfilled promises. Freedom exists purely as state of mind. What is the meaning of freedom? Does the meaning change to perception? Is there a cost for freedom? And if the cost is your life, where is the freedom in that? We are surely free to perish. If we had any freedom. Death is the only freedom they can not take away from us. For those intellects with minds to change the world. Ask yourself, should we redefine freedom or simply change how it is obtained?

Author: Carlos Ayala

Writer, Philosophy, Non Fiction, Fiction, Fan Fiction. Screenplay

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