We are the corpses at night, the cattle in the day
Oh, Lord. When did our priorities become so brutally messed up? Where were we? A passive, complacent bystander to the hijacking of our minds? Did it really happen so subtly, a silent coup d’état, that our morals, our steadfast principles bowed so willingly before it?
It’s 2am. I’m writing more typos than actual words, but I had to get the first emotional reaction down. Will elaborate upon main idea tomorrow, inshallah. ‘Night.