5 steps to build a human being

Step 1:    Believe you can.
And when they tell you that you must cry, do not.
When they tell you what to eat, do not.
When they tell you it’s time to sleep, do not.
When they tell you what to say; SCREAM.

Step 2:    Know you can.
And listen to what they say, because you can.
When they tell you to run, you can.
When they teach you to read, you can.
When they call you out to fight; STOP.

Step 3:    Think you can.
And obey them when they pay you for it, because you should.
When they tell you to be quiet, you should.
When they tell you that you need to fix yourself, you should.
When they ask you to leave them alone; FIGHT.

Step 4:    Maybe you still can.
And when you feel like there’s no happiness, try.
When they tell you that you have responsibilities you’re running from, try.
When they tell you to stay up all night for others, try.
When they make you suppress all your urges; CRY.

Step5:    You can.
And when you’re greeted by the end of days, smile.
When they tell you you’re sick and you need treatment, smile.
When they ask you to swallow your pills, smile.
When they ask you to wake up one last time; DIE.



Democracy and Freedom walked into a bar, inappropriately leaning on each other. Democracy, her clothes too short; Freedom, she just looked too hot. Right sat to the right side of the bar; Speech glanced nervously at Freedom from afar. His stare, not one of perversion but awe; he’d never seen someone so unafraid of the law. The law of the land, the king of all who could stand. Whose name they mustn’t utter (among many things that they couldn’t); there was but one definitive feature; Saffron was the color of this abominable creature.

On a corner table, Nationalism sat quietly, dealing cards; his hungry eyes overflowing with emotion. How shamelessly provocative of Freedom to dress, the way that she had, her top; backless! Democracy stood, a silent observer, her friend soon to be a victim of the incessant murmur. Saffron, enraged, Nationalism at his side; he walked up to Freedom, about to say something snide. Speech and Right, they couldn’t silently stand; together they walked up to Freedom, one stood at each hand.

What then ensued was a short battle indeed. Freedom, Right and Speech were crushed in a stampede. Little had they known they never did stand a chance; it had been but a silent moment of romance.

Democracy wrote in the headlines the next day;

“Anti-National elements threatening me were dealt with the Right way.”