I Leave Shreds Of My Soul On

It Brought Back To Mind The Injustice I Spoke Of, The Solitude That Oppresses Women Intent On Defending Their Own Destinies, Their Own Dreams, Their Own Mistakes.

You Wear Yourself Out In The Pursuit Of Wealth Or Love Or Freedom, You Do Everything To Gain Some Right, And Once It's Gained You Take No Pleasure In It.

Whether It Comes From A Despotic Sovereign Or An Elected President, From A Murderous General Or A Beloved Leader, I See Power As An Inhuman And Hateful Phenomen. To The Same Degree That I Do Not Understand Power, I Do Understand Those Who Oppose Power, Who Criticize Power, Who Contest Power, Especially Those Who Rebel Against Power Imposed By Brutality.

To Be Good Or Bad Doesn't Count: Life Out In This World Doesn't Depend On That. It Depends On A Relation Of Forces Based On Violence. And Survival Is Violence. You'll Wear Leather Shoes Because Someone Has Killed A Cow And Skinned It To Make Leather.

I Know Ours Is A World Made By Men For Men, Their Dictatorship Is So Ancient It Even Extends To Language.