I hate the ignorance of the rich.
I hate the ignorance of the famous.
I hate the arrogance of the opinionated when rooted in ignorance.
I hate when people preach love as a passive form of peace, instead of using it to confront those who perpetuate hatred so intense it seeks to destroy love itself.
I hate how some of the best people in the world—those full of true compassion and humanity—are the working class, too burdened by their own struggle for survival to fight the systemic inequality and exploitation around them. This world is dictated by the inhumane, by those devoid of empathy, deciding the fate of the many.
In a just world, our leaders would have our best interests at heart. They would prioritise life and love so deeply that we, the people already labouring and contributing, wouldn’t have to worry about the responsibilities they continue to neglect. Responsibilities they understand, but deliberately ignore—because they are beholden to the very powers they should oppose.
I hate that when the working people recognise this pattern and begin to resist—knowing that change never comes from above—they are dismissed as hateful.
We are told to “spread love, not hate,” but those we love are the ones enduring the worst of hatred every single day.
So how do the loving resist hate, lovingly, when hate is killing those filled with love?
We protest. We perform. But does anything truly change? If all they respond to is a riot, then a riot is all they allow us to become.
Are we reduced to that? Are we seen only as anger, as threat, as scapegoats—simply for confronting the blatant immorality we all once agreed was wrong?
You cannot out-victimise the ultimate victim. I and we plan to be x
But once that spark is lit—once the flames rise—we risk becoming the very thing we oppose. We risk fueling the same division and conflict we seek to heal, in a world that has lost its way.
It’s the blind leading the blind. Hate answering hate. Love giving birth to life, only for life to be taken in an instant.
It’s time for real change.
I’m sick of empty words.
I’m sick of symbolic gestures.
I’m sick of nothing being done—when for most, this means everything.
I want peace. I want love. I want freedom for all.
And I am you.
