Egypt Jan 25, 2011 - Flesh Burns

As fire flares into heated waves of subdued anger and frustration, self-immolation melt through problematics that have been hidden in the rubbles of the cities peripheries for far too long. Flesh burns in the name of a meaning lost, no longer felt, but ignored in the scattered piles of unknowns of nameless people and places. Flesh burns to tell others, that no longer silence will prevail to allow these feelings to succeed. Flesh burns to lost responsibilities of leaderships, hidden away in the warmness of their classic-like structures that warms their bodies of the same elements that flares their colonially-decorated fireplace. Flesh burns to rotten lies that sit on the periphery of the soul, holding on to rocks hoping that the body would slip and jump. Flesh burns to reignite feeling, far from sedation, the eyes no longer cry for, but blink rapidly against the harsh realities of alleyways that unearth poverty and abuse at its core. Flesh burns because no longer can the tongue speak in forms of fabricated truths or veracious lies. Flesh burns in the light of darkness that obscures the mind in lifeless attempts to stay alive.

Lifeless bodies lose hope in the continued promises of a betterment in the midst of answerless destinies. In the name of freedom, the mind no longer can contain what lingers within in anger or frustration. And nothing leaves one consoled than to bring out what burns inside to the core.

And in the name of any meaning that would harmonize the damage that scars you so deep, nothing mitigates the broken pieces of shattered possibilities but through revolt. To speak against the restoration of insanity, allowing words, bodies in motion and masses to weld their unified needs towards a betterment for a land that has held their bodies in her womb since time immemorial. Speak not but against atrocity, oppression, deception, corruption and a continued masquerade of a people’s republic.

Against torture, and propagated reflections of a distorted freedom, submit to nothing but the demands of a reality, that charges against mirages in the reflections of a sanitized mirror. Words can suppress and ignite the self in power to change. So, wait not for direction to take the next step forward, for progression awaits your initiation. What are you waiting for?