Injustice Survives Not Because It's True, But Because It's Louder Than the People It Destroys

Maybe I'm just surrounded by assholes.

The landscape is crowded with new gods - self-appointed kings and queens claiming a divine right that doesn't exist, a manufactured self-importance.

There is no substance to their crowns; they aren't forged from ore or gems, but from a place of arrogance and deception. Every seemingly selfless act, every moment of purity we once thought was what it seems - it's all a lie, a performative lie.

You see the obvious truth when you see them dancing on that ground that still oozes blood, popping champagne and celebrating their ascent, all the while crowning themselves the original god.

It's not just power - they want the worship and moral authority that they haven't earned. To them, they are the center of the universe, and everyone else is just a faceless, undignified mass.

They toast to their own greatness while the bodies beneath them have barely gone cold.

There's a new floor. Their new floor.

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They've built their pedestals on the backs of the broken. To elevate themselves, they didn't climb; they buried everyone they deemed inferior.

Targeting the vulnerable - the low-hanging fruit - and forcing them into a mass grave to serve as their foundation. Now, they pour concrete over the humanity they've suppressed and declare themselves elevated - the elites.

But these aren't elites. They are just opportunists who found the most convenient victims to trample on.

How many of them have you encountered? Or perhaps you've lost count?

Or, worse - are you one of those buried alive right below where you can hear them being all merry and laughing, drowning out your cry for help?

Because in a world like this, whoever is loud and brassy enough becomes the truth - simply because no one can hear the truth from the meek.

It's about the volume of the lie vs. the silence of the oppressed.

What it’s like to live beneath the floorboards—holding your breath—listening to the laughter from the very people who believe they’ve finally snuffed you out?

©Britt H.

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