Is the state a construct meant to serve the people, or are people merely instruments to uphold the supremacy of the state?
A civilization is chained by the weight of its own subservience in the darkly lit corridors of power, where the echoes of authority resound in perpetuity. This is a world where the state's looming structures cast lengthy shadows over the subjugated, and where the cries of the oppressed mingle with the muffled whispers of resistance.
The state's dominance looms large in this dystopian tapestry, constructing a story in which the public exists as simply puppets in a grand, organized scheme. The huge metropolis, once vivacious but now shrouded in an aura of controlled monotony, gives testament to conformity's tyranny. Telescreens, guardians of monitoring, engrave every action into the annals of control, while propaganda towers mirror the Party's unwavering gaze.
The agony of the trapped, helpless, and shackled poor masses is not only a story of adversity, but an aria of despair written by the callous hands of those who wield power as an instrument of oppression. The alleys whisper of untold stories, of lives shattered by fear and conformity, a brutal depiction of the cost of rebellion in a system meant to crush uniqueness.
In the middle of this desolate terrain, a question echoes through the halls of resistance: is the state a construct created to serve the people, or are people only instruments in maintaining the state's supremacy? It reverberates through the crumbling ruins of forgotten dreams and silent hopes, reverberating throughout the hearts of individuals who dare to reject totalitarian control.
It is a disturbing query that pulsates through the veins of history's darkest episodes, a question that transcends the pages of dystopian fiction. The answer, sought among the ruins of shattered beliefs, is as elusive as the glimmer of hope in the eyes of the downtrodden.
The narrative persists in this conflict between the will of the state and the yearning for individual liberty—a tapestry woven with the strands of rebellion and the indomitable spirit of individuals who dare to oppose the predetermined fate of subservience. The search for an answer continues, echoing through the alleys and resonating in the hearts of the oppressed, a search for the essence of humanity in a society enslaved by unbridled power.
Raging Roar
By Riaz Laghari
The raging roar, voice of dominance,
Resonates, echoes, dominance immense,
In iron cages, where silence sleeps,
Whispers breed fear, in heart's keep.
In towers tall, shadows loom,
Scripted tales cast an eerie gloom,
Streets of dread, where dreams dissolve,
Suppressed screams, life's unresolved.
Feeble souls, weary beings,
Famished faces, sorrowful beings,
Pondering plight in endless night,
Seeking light in shades of blight.
Within domes of power's might,
Sobs echo through the day and night,
A silent plea, a prayer deep,
When will true freedom finally seep?
Amidst anguish, woes, and wails,
Hope endures as chaos trails,
At city gates, a question awaits,
State's purpose: freedom's fates?
