Fine, I will tell you something
You people are not a movement
You are a virus
Slowly destroying this world.
Everything beautiful you poison
You make a mockery of our homes
Crying mysogyny this, mysogyny that
You remove our voice and do what you can to break our will.
You tear us apart, give us the shredder and tell us its our fault
And if you don’t do it yoursslf, you watch as the broken do it for you like there is nothing wrong.
Then you go back to absorbing hateful content which silence our voice in those homes that we built and on those shrines that we made
But its not your fault, its just what you want
Change? More like give me what I want…
And sadly the only thing that will open your eyes is another virus that does to you, what you do to us.
The difference, I hope it does not happen soon…
