Manifesto of Revolt

The day the funeral of my final hesitation comes to an end within me, that day you will witness how a single human being can rise alone like thunder against an entire blind age.

I never asked for justice- because the scales of your courts were sold long ago in the black market of power. I never begged for mercy- because even the language of compassion has learned the trade of brokerage in your polished cities.

I have seen how vultures celebrate feasts by stealing food from the mouths of starving children; how the cries of women are swallowed by the darkness of night by human beasts wearing the masks of civilization.

I have seen truth being shot dead, and afterward the headlines declaring: “Everything is normal.”

So I am no longer normal.

Now, slowly, I am forging myself- cold as iron, precise as lightning, inevitable as a storm. I am no longer the name of a frightened man; I am now a moving resistance.

Before any weapon touched my hands, a blazing conscience was born within me. Before revenge awakened in my eyes, the history of countless humiliated people rose like fire.

I will become that shadow which, upon the walls of corruption’s palaces, will write in the dark of night: “The days of oppression are running out.”

I will become that thunderclap whose sound will shake- the soul of the child abuser, the heart of the rapist, the prestige of the corrupt, the religion of the hypocrite, the cage of brutality, the throne of the tyrant, the table of the bribe-taker, the stage of the liar, the scales of blind law, and the arrogance of brokers and deceivers of power.

Those whom you call the law- I have seen that their hands forge nothing but chains; therefore today I am learning the language of human liberation.

I am alone- yet behind me marches an endless procession of deprived souls. I am solitary- yet within my voice roars the suffocated rage of an entire era.

I am not a hero from a fairy tale. I am bread standing against hunger. I am the blood-soaked protest of a violated conscience. I am the accumulated lightning of the oppressed.

And the day the final grave of my silence breaks apart, that day you will understand why, in your kingdom without justice, I never sought justice from anyone.

Because I knew- where justice is imprisoned, resistance alone becomes humanity’s final utterance.