I flicked my cigarette into the ashtray.
As I did, millions of things happened.
Babies were born, folks died.
War waged on.
Flags flew high.
My life is nothing to rave about, and neither are the millions of others.
Money flies out of the hands of the rich and into the hands of other rich.
We are sheep, and they are the shepherds.
We all will die.
But to die means to have once lived.
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 7:00 PM UTC
I flicked my cigarette into the ashtray.
As I did, millions of things happened.
Babies were born, folks died.
War waged on.
Flags flew high.
My life is nothing to rave about, and neither are the millions of others.
Money flies out of the hands of the rich and into the hands of other rich.
We are sheep, and they are the shepherds.
We all will die.
But to die means to have once lived.
**** those in power and we have the power
But then we must die for others to have power