Modern Day Savages – Jason King

Fuck fuck fuck….. Oh yes you read that right….because sometimes that’s the only word that is fitting for this life….and the things that happen in it….what were you expecting….some grouping of words…eloquent perhaps… not this time….anyone on the frontline of living will get it….this is for them.

As we look around at all the bullshit we are forced to swallow….give me your opinions….give me your vitriol….give me your righteousness….feed me your holier-than-thou…..so I can chew it up and spit back my own truth….I’m not interested in how you exist….who are you to say how I’m supposed to live….I’m not the only one.

What you see behind me is an army….modern day savages….tired of all the lies….exhausted from the world we’ve been sold….prostituted politics….puppets with money strings….out of touch with reality for millions while illusions are sold….we all see the slight of hand….and we are raging….your entertainment sells us love and tries to tell us we must suffer for love….because that’s how you prove yourself….by the amount of pain you carry….that’s how you know it’s real….generations now hurt and left confused….but….but….it’s supposed to be like this….look what I’m carrying….Atlas would be proud….Sisyphus even pities us….why….why….why….pretty packages in delicate paper like Christmas morning….here….you should be excited for this….but we are waking up….like children in the morning….and we see….something is off….this isn’t right….this isn’t life….we are meant for so much more….love….is more than what you pimp….and it’s time we stop accepting less that what we deserve….in life….in love.

All we are doing because of what we are told is creating monsters….myself included….but these devils don’t go bump in the night….they go bump in our bed….just to spawn the next one….endless cycle….work….work work work….doesn’t matter if you hate what you’re doing….it’s what you’re supposed to do….how else will the rich get richer….never mind that chain in the cubicle….or the assembly line….they have vacations to take….it’s for the good of your fellow man.

The ladder to the top is built on the fallen backs of the working class….but it’s okay….here is a distraction….it’s no longer gladiators in the coliseum….it’s reality television….but if you listen closely….you can hear it….it’s the bass from the speakers building….it’s the crowd stomping….it’s millions of voices behind me….all gathering in one huge sound….that we are done….we are fed up….we are no longer bleeding for you….the world is in love with wars….well you’ve started one….and you are not ready….because we are coming….the disillusioned….the tired….the weary….every race….religion….sex….gay….straight….transsexual….fuck your labels….we are simply people….one people….and we are done….we are ready to be happy….to love….to live….to lay waste to your ideas of what should be.

Make no mistake….we are awake….we are coming….we are no longer alone….and you….the powers that be….the way things have always been….well fuck….you should fear us….and if you don’t yet….you will.

© Jason King 2016

Jason King

Jason King is a storyteller, seeker of passion, hopeless romantic, cynic, and possibly completely mad. You can find more of his exquisite writing at Jason King.

9 comments

  1. Wow! Never a truer piece written. I’m too tired to comment any more, but will come back when I’m awake! Keep writing, it’s true, it’s honest and from the heart.

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  2. Jason, you are a rough beast. I find myself trying to remember, was it the red pill or the blue one? “Workers of the world, unite. You have nothing to loose but your chains.”

    On the off chance (I think) that you are unfamiliar with his work, here is “A Worker Reads History” by Bertolt Brecht

    Who built the seven gates of Thebes?
    The books are filled with names of kings.
    Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?
    And Babylon, so many times destroyed.
    Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses,
    That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?
    In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished
    Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome
    Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up? Over whom
    Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song.
    Were all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend
    The night the seas rushed in,
    The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves.

    Young Alexander conquered India.
    He alone?
    Caesar beat the Gauls.
    Was there not even a cook in his army?
    Phillip of Spain wept as his fleet
    was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears?
    Frederick the Greek triumphed in the Seven Years War.
    Who triumphed with him?

    Each page a victory
    At whose expense the victory ball?
    Every ten years a great man,
    Who paid the piper?

    So many particulars.
    So many questions.

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  3. That is a brilliant stream of conciousness that I’ve felt screaming in my own soul…Don’t think I’ve ever managed to write it so succinctly though…thank you for your brave heartfelt words that cut through the bullshit, keep trucking dude!

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