the Rouge Muse

If all it took was to raise hell and rage against darkness, we’d all be free.  If there were any completely right answer, we’d have figured it out by now.  Instead, the controllers play protest songs at Guantanamo at deafening levels because they can and we’re stuck pondering this paralyzing paradox, that silence is weakness and speech futile.  And when I say that even the players are pawns, what I mean is even the most powerful don’t control their framework; it is the Frankenstein of the ages, bigger than us all and bigger than each of us, yet something we created in the first place, so riddle me that.