January 11, 2013

Liberty green

Green. Liberty green.

The tables and chairs in this highschool are green. Green. Like nature, like freedom. The walls share the color, though not so much the tone. Even the blackboard, instead of black it's green. A dark-green-board.

And this liberty green is oppressing my chest. It's making me sweat cold. It's slapping me on the face, telling me to shut up and listen, and focus, and memorize by heart, and remember and accept.

The fences out there are red. A dead tone of red stopping us in our desks. While the green tells us we are free while we are jailed, the red tells us there's no freedom once we leave.

They say it's for our own good, for our own wisdom.
Indoctrinated since we're born with cartoons. terrified and threatened by wishful thinking and fairytales, brainwashed by advertisements and movies and series telling us how to behave, how to live our lives, what is moral and how love has to be.
They achieve it because we allow it, because they start indoctrinating us when we're still unable to protect ourselves from this terrible agression.

And we take it that we're free because our cage is painted liberty green.

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