If it were us we'd be screaming and crying
Helpless and afraid, alone barely surviving

We would be screaming and crying, our children are dying

Helpless and afraid, our homes now our graves
No aid on its way because of the blockades

If it were us we'd be screaming and crying
Our children are dying
Our children are dying...

They say they'd get help if they had white skin and blue eyes
But they don't so they're dying

Yet they carry on smiling, hope in their eyes

Aid is on it way but it's not enough
A group of 12 so brave, so tough
Made of the best of us
but it's not enough

If it were us we would be screaming, we would be crying

Our children are dying

If it were us would we still be smiling?



                                  Free Palestine 🇵🇸 📢 ⛵

Have you ever thought 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘? Being in a position granting free will? That is, not being someone's slave or held in confinement? Having a more or less decent income, which allows to satisfy consumerist needs, & the opportunity to travel the world, some probably consider themselves free (funny). Let's say you're such a person. Now imagine the following. Some bad guy(s) comes(-) &, either by threats of violence, threats of harming to your close ones, or threats of publicly disclosing something being a blackmail material, intimidates(-) you into submitting to whatever it is that they want from you. Or, vice-versa, tempts(-) you with something you find hard to reject. You still think you're free, you satisfied consumer? To me, being truly free means 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢 𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛-𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗘 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨. That is, 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 (𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛), 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦, 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦, 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗦. And also 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘, in order to not be physically abusable (physical abuse, in its turn, violates one of human freedoms, namely, physical/****** integrity).

There's only one truly free person (with the exception, to some degree, of being capable of self-defense) coming to my mind when I think of it. It's the Joker from Christopher Nolan's "The Dark Knight". He doesn't seem to be afraid to die. In the scene where he walks towards the Dark Knight approaching him on his batpod, he expresses a call for the vigilante to hit him. He's not intimidated when he gets beaten up by him in the interrogation room. He even laughs in response, as well as when he’s in a freefall in the wake of being thrown out of the skyscraper. He has no people he's attached to (at least, it's not mentioned in the film). Despite he mentions "if you're good at something, never do it for free", he doesn’t seem to have any temptations, which is partly confirmed when he sets a huge pile of cash (which includes his cut) aflame, saying then: "All you care about is money. This town deserves a better class of criminal".

I can't allow myself not to mention that had such an individual a moral compass of V/Robert McCall/Jason  "Red Hood" Todd & were that individual an expert fighter & assassin like them, it would be not just a regular film vigilante, but a nigh-on unstoppable/unbreakable society purger/trash eliminator (whichever sounds better to you). And in this rotten world full of authoritarian regimes & organized crime, such a force is necessary.
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Вы когда-нибудь задумывались, ЧТО ЗНАЧИТ БЫТЬ ПО-НАСТОЯЩЕМУ СВОБОДНЫМ? Быть в позиции, предоставляющей свободу воли? То есть, не быть чьим-нибудь рабом или не удерживаться в заключении? Имея более-менее приличный доход, позволяющий удовлетворять потребительские нужды, и возможность путешествовать по миру, некоторые, вероятно, считают себя свободными (забавно). Допустим, вы - такой человек. А теперь представьте следующее. Приходит какой(-ие)-нибудь плохой(-ие) парень(-ни) и, либо угрозами насилия, угрозами причинения вреда вашим близким, либо угрозой публичного раскрытия чего-то, являющегося материалом для шантажа, запугивает(-ют) вас, вынуждая подчиниться чему бы это ни было, чего он(-и) от вас хотят. Или, наоборот, искушает(-ют) вас чем-то, что вам трудно отвергнуть. Вы всё ещё думаете, что вы свободны, удовлетворённый вы потребитель? Для меня быть по-настоящему свободным означает НЕ ИМЕТЬ ИЛИ ПОЧТИ НЕ ИМЕТЬ СЛАБОСТЕЙ, КОИ МОГУТ БЫТЬ ИСПОЛЬЗОВАНЫ ПРОТИВ ВАС. То есть, БЫТЬ СВОБОДНЫМ ОТ СТРАХОВ (ВКЛЮЧАЯ СТРАХ СМЕРТИ), ЛИЧНЫХ ПРИВЯЗАННОСТЕЙ, ИСКУШЕНИЙ, ЗАВИСИМОСТЕЙ И ВРЕДНЫХ ПРИВЫЧЕК. А также БЫТЬ СПОСОБНЫМ К САМООБОРОНЕ, чтобы не быть уязвимым к физическим посягательствам (что, в свою очередь нарушает одну из человеческих свобод, а точнее, физическую/телесную неприкосновенность).

Мне на ум приходит лишь один по-настоящему свободный человек (за исключением, в некоторой степени, способности к самообороне), когда я думаю об этом. Это Джокер из «Тёмного рыцаря» Кристофера Нолана. Не похоже, что он боится умереть. В сцене, где он идёт к Тёмному рыцарю, приближающемуся к нему на своём batpod'е, он выражает призыв, чтоб вигилант сбил его. Он не запуган, когда тот избивает его в комнате для допросов. Он даже смеётся в ответ, как и тогда, когда он находится в свободном падении после того, как он выброшен из небоскрёба. У него нет людей, к коим он привязан (по крайней мере, об этом не упоминается в фильме). И хотя он упоминает «Если ты хорош в чём-то, никогда не делай это бесплатно», не похоже, что у него имеются искушения, что отчасти подтверждается, когда он поджигает огромную кучу наличных (что включает его долю), говоря затем: «Всё, что вас волнует, — это деньги. Этот город заслуживает преступников получше».

Не могу себе позволить не отметить, что имей подобный человек моральный компас V/Роберта МакКолла/Джейсона "Красного Колпака" Тодда и будь тот человек искуссным бойцом и убийцей как они, это был бы не просто типичный фильмовый вигилант, а практически неудержимый/несокрушимый общественный чистильщик/уничтожитель мусора (смотря что звучит лучше для вас). А в сём гнилом мире, полном авторитарных режимов и организованной преступности, подобная сила необходима.

He came from shade but dreamt of sun,
A silent thing with wings too small.
Each morning found him halfway gone—
Each night he broke his quiet fall.

He watched the sky, its golden thread,
And thought it meant to pull him in.
His mother warned, “You’ll end up dead,”
But still he tried, again and again.

He reached, though thinner grew the air,
And stars, he thought, would answer back.
But they just watched him drifting there—
A speck upon a silver track.

She told him once, “It isn’t yours,
That light you chase, it cannot feel.”
But boys don’t hear through closing doors,
They only learn through what won’t heal.

His wings wore down like woven lace,
He rose until the dark turned blue.
The flame, it never knew his face—
But still, he swore its warmth was true.

And when he fell, they called it flight.
He burned, and called the burning love.
No echo followed into night—
Just ash that drifted high above.

What's holding you back?
Rhetorically this one's always hard to answer
Not because it's hard to articulate who is master over you
But more of I'm I willing to break free.
Still pondering the echoes of faith moves mountains spoken to a slave that's been gifted freedom.

My pastor once taught that the stomach is a better slave than a master.
Slavery keeps you in a constant beat
The drumming don't change coz festivities means more work.

Harder is freedom.
So buying or being gifted freedom doesn't mean the chains are down.
You have to transform your mind to inform your zeal and drive to do and to will.
Easier said than done I know.

I honestly don't blame the pharisees hardness
They bought the slavery and it wrapped it's chains around their brains to work in an old system.

We have been given this gift of salvation.
Price paid fully no more condemnation
But trying to jump with weights will make you feel the jump isn't necessary it's work
Not realizing each jump is freedom lived and expressed
Only thing required is shading
Letting go of the familiar chains
Embrace freedom coz your master no longer has dominion or authority over you.

Yes redemption was for you.
Step in and step out
We Are Free!!!

Weighed down by rocks that were your words
I took me to the river, and tossed those pebbles far and wide,
then I found me a bridge that was burning
and danced to the other side,

I laughed - not for likes,
but because the sky was kind
and the breeze felt honest.

I wore comfort,
not costume,
and danced without a soundtrack.

No mirrors.
No filters.
Just me,
at ease in my skin,
and joy
quiet as a secret,
loud as my heart.

To love is human,
To be loved is a human need,

But the same is true,
For being free.
I long to fly out of this cage,
But I will clip my wings each day.

Each feather falling,
Is one step closer to you,

Every feather drifting away,
Is a single piece of my heart.

I must fly free,
Amongst my avian creed.