A Riot.

A Riot.

If I were to start a riot, I would build the grandest army. I would fill it with those that have been betrayed through history, neglected, and misunderstood. Anyone and everyone could join because I would only have one requirement. That we all had one thing in common. The same feeling that burned deep enough in our souls to unite each and every one of us to the point of destruction.
We would let that fire smolder and burn in the slowest way, most deadly if I dare may say. A controlled passion is one that outlasts the whimsical fantasies of a child. Together, we would become something greater than our single miseries. What would we have to lose in the end?
This army would be the most discreet but dangerous mass of talent the world would ever see. They would train in the shadows and let the light become something of a memory. They would breathe in the very essence of fear, and learn to take it as if it were sweet oxygen.
We would fight against false institutions established under the sanctity of a safe haven. When really, there is no safe place. In the blink of an eye your world can change and you can be left with nothing. Then what? We would join together taking in those abandoned by the same very things. We would fight societal control. Fight for our freedom, because are we really ever free if we rest?
Never in our lives will we be allowed to take a moment to ourselves, that is the moment we give in. The moment we become misunderstood. We will not apologize for our past actions for they have brought us to that very moment when we united into a family braced in metal armor safe from bullets and swords. From any outside damage, as long as we were willing to carry ourselves forward and not fall behind.
There is nothing wrong with wanting to fight, to want to pound your feet into pavement rather than you fists into flesh. It’s more likely acceptable and a hell of a lot better to fatigue yourself.
So here’s my armor, I put it on proudly for I have earned the right to want to feel protected. To want to protect myself if that’s all I will ever be able to do. Fight me on this if you want, discredit me if you will, but it is only just the beginning, of the fight of a lifetime.