Created: 22/30/8
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Contentment is the best malevolent in the human snatch sack of feelings.
It’s resulting from the head of obliviousness,
it dwells in the core of the visually impaired.
It shows its malevolent principle of resignation all through the body until completely oppressed by inaction.
It transforms specialists into sun leather experts, activists into office laborers, and outlaws into bookkeepers.
It places additives into the culture, it covers laws,
and it places crowns on unremarkable pioneers.
It slaps a grin over the *****, the beaten, the ignored, the racially profiled.
It quiets news projects, covers the vagrant that carries on behind places of business, and celebrates the check.
It causes the dividers of homes to appear projectile, fear, bomb,
debasement, and demise confirmation.
It permits rest around evening time; it slaughters the beasts under the bed and the apparitions in the wardrobe.
It makes a vast number of enduring individuals vanish.
It protects, “flying creatures like to be confined,” furthermore, “torment is simply important for the human condition.”
It murmurs these misguided judgments like a minister protecting his assemblage of the intensity of Jesus. Satisfaction defiles the very idea of progress.
Progress is considered in vast numbers of bits
of-paper-proprietors to be established as far as the economy.
Progress is considered by the humans who prevent us from getting back to-condition-of-nature to be established regarding control.
Progress has failed to remember its producer; similarly to kicking the bucket, elderly people fail to remember that they were once bobbed on a caring knee.
Happiness spills from the Western world
also, taint everyone around it.
At the point when you are not, at this point content
You will start to see the openings in the interwoven life; furthermore, you can’t help thinking about how it was that you hadn’t seen them.
At the point when you are not, this point, content, you will finally request a change.
