Man
Inspired by Charlie Chaplin’s Dictator Speech
The tyranny of man is exceeded only by his greed. The past has made him cynical and the future insecure. Fear has poisoned his mind and corrupted his heart. Society has taught him to think not feel; that knowledge is something learned not gained. It is inherited through blood, sweat and tears.
Man is driven by power – power that will overcome the fear that he fails to acknowledge. He thirsts for physical riches – physical riches that will quench his sorrows and drown his fears. He knows that this fear plummets those around him into bloodshed and misery, and barricades this world with hate, yet he cannot stop.
And so, he trudges forward numb and infected by the absence of love, and the hole that greed fills. He comes to a cliff overlooking the ocean and finally he feels something he has not felt in a long time. Peace.
But suddenly without warning, he is struck from behind. A dagger pierces his heart. His brother has betrayed him. As he falls to his knees, he comes to the daunting realization that his demise is inevitable. And as everything fades to black, he begs for forgiveness.
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