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All Art Is Political

All art is political, the muse whispered to me. 


All art is political . . .


All art is political . . .


All art is political . . .


Over and over again, she whispered to me. Her words relentlessly echoed around in my empty skull. All art is political . . .


I never wanted to get political. 


I never liked either party. 


I never trusted the majority. 


I never believed the media. 


I never wanted to play their game. 


But, 


Now, 


In 2025,


With Donnie as president,


And Diddy pretty much walking free,


And with the Epstein files suddenly ‘disappearing’,


And with the genocide we are funding in Palestine,


On top of all the other bullshit that most of us try to forget about,


Combined with the infinite mountain of corruption, 


Multiplied by the 3-4 trillion tax-payer money that was ‘lost’,


And I think I am starting to understand why this muse would visit me now. I’m actually surprised it took this long. 


I can feel my anger rising.


I can feel a new fight brewing.


The spark catches,


And the flame starts to flicker. 


“This is not a government, it is a corporation!” - we chant. 


“This is not a country, it is a company!” - we cry. 


"We are not free, we are chained to a broken wheel that demands that we push it, just for the next revolution of the wheel to crush our children!" I yell into a megaphone.


"Our next revolution must be for the children. It must be for our future. This is a fight for our freedom!"


. . .


I’ve never voted. No, my gut told me that these elections are reality TV. Yes, my gut told me to never get invested in one team or another. 


I thought I was an anarchist for a little while. 


I thought I was a rebel. 


I never even understood the rules. I didn’t know what game was being played; or if it was a fight we could win; or even if it was a fight worth fighting. 


But, now, they don’t even try to hide their lies and corruption anymore. I think they must assume that most of us are too dumb, ignorant, naive, distracted or afraid to confront them. 


Are we?


Are we??


Are we???


Are we too afraid to rebel?


Are we too distracted to care??


Are we too ignorant to do anything about it???


Where did all the good people go? . . .


Do you know?


. . . Where did all the good people go?


All art is political . . .


All art is political . . .


All art is political . . .



 . . . 


Alright, Muse, I’m listening now.


 

It's time to fight back.


-CH 7/8/25

 
 
 

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