Where is the Revolution
“I’m telling you, the time has come,” said the speaker. “And don’t say I’m using this just to get attention.”
The audience burst into laughter and cheered. The man before them was a renowned revolutionary thinker, but he didn’t seem like one at that moment–he seemed tired and worn out by life.
“No! You can laugh all you want!” he bellowed shrilly over their jeers and applause. “But I am not going away until you see things my way!”
He waited for them to calm down before continuing in a quieter tone of voice: “It’s about freedom.”
“I don’t believe those who say they are making my decisions, I’m the one choosing for myself. What do you think?” The speaker looked out, trying to find peace – something that seemed impossible now. He had a family, but they didn’t understand him and what he wanted for them. They would never understand; it was too late for that now! All their time together had been wasted on false hope… but the truth was finally here- it always took so long for things to get done!
Every few seconds his eyes darted from left to right scanning over the crowd of people below where he stood perched up high above them, seeming to search every face as if looking for someone special only to let go…
“Who’s making your decisions?
You or your religion
Your government, your countries
You patriotic junkiesWhere’s the revolution
Come on, people
You’re letting me down”– DEPECHE MODE, 2017
