They say the world is governed by rules.

But whose rules?

We’re told we live in democracies.
Taught that votes have power.
That courts protect us.
That the media is free.

But behind every camera is a man with a paycheck.
Behind every law is a loophole.
And behind every leader… is a price tag.


We scream justice.
They file it under “pending.”

We expose corruption.
They call it “unverified.”

We protest.
They wait.
Then they rewrite the story.

Truth isn’t buried anymore.
It’s printed in bold, under the distraction of celebrity news.
While children starve, while women bleed, while families drown in floods caused by funds that never reached them.

Elections are televised.
So are funerals.
But trial verdicts?
Silence.

Poverty was never an accident.
It’s a business model.

Keep people tired.
Keep them hungry.
Make survival so exhausting, they forget to ask questions.

And when someone does rise—
A whistleblower, a reporter, a lawyer—

They vanish.

And the system says:

“He took his own life.”
“She was unstable.”
“No foul play suspected.”

The powerful don’t hide anymore.
They don’t need to.

They’ve learned:
Fear isn’t about guns.
It’s about making you believe nothing can be done.
So we scroll.
We cope.
We say: “That’s just how it is.”

And that’s when they win.

Because if you can convince a generation that nothing will ever change—
You don’t need to silence them.

They’ll silence themselves

“But what happens when someone stops believing in the system?”

“What happens when someone stops waiting for permission?”