The West didn’t invent truth. It buried it. Beneath colonies. Beneath slavery. Beneath centuries of blood-soaked laws written by conquerors and enforced at gunpoint.
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The West didn’t invent truth. It buried it.
Beneath colonies.
Beneath slavery.
Beneath centuries of blood-soaked laws written by conquerors and enforced at gunpoint.
And beneath it all lies the memory:
Of stolen lands and broken treaties.
Of lynched bodies and engineered famines.
Of nations disfigured to fit foreign maps.
Of entire peoples erased so empire could breathe.
And still, the unbearable fact remains.
Its "order" rests on graves.
Now they say the West is at stake.
But maybe it should be.
Because if "order" means children buried beneath rubble,
If "civilization" means apartheid and drone strikes,
If "truth" belongs to whoever owns the microphone,
Then yes, it’s time for rupture.
Not reform.
Not another polite protest.
Not another round of begging for recognition from those who built their power on your silence.
Real change begins when obedience ends.
When the spell of moral superiority shatters.
When the colonized stop asking permission to breathe.
They call that chaos.
We call it justice finding its voice.
Hell doesn’t have a bottom.
Empires do.
posted by Satish Sharma at
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