you're starving
a letter to Cubans:
so why do you fear death if you're already almost there?
why do you fear being tortured for saying the quiet part out loud?
why are you afraid of mentioning the obvious, when everyone else around you also knows it and agrees?
those that disagree, they don't disagree with you because you're wrong.
they disagree with you because they benefit from your putrification
from your starvation, from your torture once you finally say something.
why dont you hate them? fight them like your dead relatives did so many decades back. They yelled "Christ is King!" before their execution because they were brave enough to fight back.
why dont you fight back? you are not living, you're already starving! so why do you fear death?
What is stopping you, all of you, from standing up and going against the regime that is killing you through starvation? Through torture, through plagues?
I know, I know it's hard. You're already almost done. It's almost over. But you gave up, and you showed your spirit when you didn't keep fighting so many years ago. When food was more available, and when you knew there was more of a chance.
But I don't blame you, I merely point out what I see. I blame evil for making you the people succumb to living like abused livestock.