Poetry -Confession

I am a murderer
I made my soul one because death is justified for a crippled sinner
I persuaded her justice that I am one for I’ve known minds 
that cannot be truer consciousness
that cannot be gentler 


I am a reckless man slaughterer 
I stick knives into thoughts at dawn and watch the tenderness in my throat 
gradually shatter
I will threaten innocence to bleed for my emperors’ pleasure when 
freedom eventually becomes our kingdom’s ultimate censor


I am a spectator to my own crime
I kill with ignorance by seconds to the delightful rhythm of Paris’ chime
I bathe my tainted lungs with the last words of victims and
cleanse my culpable soul with blasphemous hymns 
step by step each time


I am by definition merely a human being
I robbed these words from the love letter she was 
secretly carrying
She is the culprit of  guilt accumulating glasses of apathy permeating 
the witness of sanity perishing the pandemonium’s christmas carolling 

//My Insomniac Take On Activism//

It is always easier to put the blame on others, especially on politicians, because it takes us no more than five seconds to express hatred.
Try blaming ourselves today.
Try putting the burden on ourselves and take little actions today. We do not have to start Black Lives Matter to be an activist. Activism is just about spreading ideas and taking action on ideas.
Activism is human.
To I myself, being an activist is merely about attempting to understand what being a human being means. Being an activist entails a humble recognition that we are not the center of the world and a realization of our greed and fragility. Being an activist also means that we still strive to work towards redeeming our own crime despite how futile some efforts may feel.
After all, activism is just self-reflection.
This wall was my activism a month ago. No it did not save Palestine or Hong Kong. But if it taught at least one more person on this campus about something or motivated at least one more person to spend two minutes a day to read about the occupation, it still IS activism.
Beyond Hong Kong, Palestine, and the US, I hope we all are building towards our common human project of saving the dying bits of humanity and attempting to talk to human apathy in the midst of the growth of isolationist policies. It attempts to talk and it is waiting to be heard every day.
I tell myself this every day – be patient and take baby steps. We don’t have to care about the whole world – no one can. Let’s admit that we are barely taking care of ourselves. Care about ourselves, our family, our friends, and plus just ONE extra thing for now and act on it.
That’s all I ask tonight from myself and from people who still feel human inside them somewhere.
I am not cool. Bernie Sanders isn’t either. Caring about politics and acting on issues aren’t “cool.” It is just human. Don’t make “corrupt politics” our excuse to be apathetic. Politics isn’t corrupt – we are.
Let us blame ourselves once more tonight and turn the passivity of blame into practical actions tomorrow. Goodnight my fellow human beings who read through the above.