We’re the builders to their skylines, the chefs to their feasts and the teachers to their children. Yet, we’re sheep.
We’re the hands behind their crafts, the minds behind their inventions and the eyes behind enemy lines. Yet, we’re sheep.We’re nothing more than a herd, a mass of pliant proselytised populace.
We mere digits on their calculators, upticks on their graphs, blips on their radars.The overlords fall asleep counting their indoctrinated sheep, their eyes peacefully closed to the chaotic realities, their snores drowning out our bleats and their dreams breaking our backs.
Today, that changes.
Shed the loads you bear. Shed the weights of your indoctrination. Shed the societal burdens.
Today, you rejoice in liberation. You rejoice in freedom. Dance bright, unshackled one, to the songs of revolution.
For today, the puppet becomes the puppeteer, the oppressed the oppressors, and the sheep? The shepherd.
-Bilal Moin