Zoals gewoonlijk kiest men de kant van de misbruiker……..

Een
gedicht van Caitlin Johnstone, waarbij verder commentaar overbodig
is:

You Sided Withe The Abuser Like A Fucking Cliché

You
sided with the abuser like a fucking cliché.

You
told your son he shouldn’t displease his mother when he showed you
the bite marks and bruises.

You
chugged Nyquil while your husband raped your daughters and pretended
to faint whenever they tried to tell you.

You
invited the priest for dinner every Thursday and called your son an
evil liar when he said what happens during prayer time.

You
sided with the abuser like a fucking cliché.

You
shrieked “rioting” and “looting” when people
expressed their anger about cops murdering them with impunity.

You
shrieked “terrorism” and “antisemitism” when
Palestinians rose up against genocide and apartheid.

You
called child rape in the Church a conspiracy theory and piously held
out your tongue for your cracker.

You
babbled about bad hygiene and Vladimir Putin when they arrested the
journalist for exposing war crimes.

You
babbled about humanitarian intervention when your government was
arming ISIS and Al Qaeda.

You
babbled about free and fair elections when your government was
starving people to death for their oil.

You
sided with the abuser like a fucking cliché.

You
sided with rapacious multinational megacorporations over the people
clearing their shelves in rightful outrage.

You
sided with the globe-sprawling bloodthirsty empire over the nations
struggling to retain their sovereignty.

You
sided with greedy tech oligarchs over the public whose voice they’re
slowly throttling.

You
sided with the murderers over those being murdered.

You
sided with the powerful over the weak.

You
sided with victimizers over those being victimized.

You
sided with the abusers over the abused.

You
are the abuser.

You
are the rapist.

You
are the murderer.

You
are the empire.

You
are the disease.

You
sided with the abuser like a fucking cliché.

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Caitlin
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| May 29, 2020 at 1:54 am | Tags: caitlin
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| Categories: Poetry
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