Freedom is not far, I just need a longer hand to reach it

this information is not mine, but it is worth reading, what its worth more, its caring about it:

http://www.cdi.org/terrorism/terrorist-groups.cfm

I read somewhere that you can classify people in two groups: people who love people and people who hate people. But this groups, can you tell? Most people, with our current news climate will say that they are pople haters but to me, they show that there is something really rotten in the world. Something, in a big scale, is wrong. A lot suffer for the comodity of a few. No one does anything because no one cares. Would you call yourself a people lover just becuase you have never done anything to anyone (of course cus you were too busy watching TV) but that's exactly my point... first world people lovers dont do anything. To anyone or for anyone. Is this what the capitalist freedom is all about? You are my son, free to ignore those who suffer, those less well off.

Sometimes people do something though, people to "fight" or whatever for what they belive in. And sometimes it goes out of hand, as we can see in the examples above. Flags of liberty and raised and tainted in blood. The system keeps doing its thing. The majority have nothing. The minority mindlessly exploit natural resources, moral resources, human resources, everything. Of course violence is not the answer. But Im not too sure politics is the answer either.

This might make you angry (at least so I hope, I hope this stirs any kind of reaction/emotion) this people are angry, that is precisely where I want to start, becuase a problem has to be tackled from its roots.

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the minimum

I used to think that I'll be happier if I lived with the bare minimum. That all I needed was two changes of clothes, basic food and maybe weed, and entertainment in the form of books, films and art. It felt right and simple. This might not be YOUR concept of happiness, but yeah, it was mine. It could be easily explained with my origin, where I come from, the important thing is that now, I am in England, and oh dear I've seen your sickness. My concept of happiness will make most of you laugh or call me names. Nevertheless, I think I have a point, and I feel all ready to put it across, some day, some how. You might be too into yourself to care. I guess in a way I am too. Wanting to open the eyes of people who had it all and chose to shut them.

My concept of happiness was only a way of trying to exist knowing.... knowing what's really going on and we (yea you too) are being used. And we (yeah you too) are guilty. And we, feed and keep the whole thing going.
I wish there was a huge massive change. A natural disaster or a political ka-plam! change(but that would not only affect the poor). Something that even the people who were shades all the time would notice. And then, we would have to live with the bare minimum, and that, that would cause everyone to really know what they want. I mean, do you really want what you have? you want your life? are you saying that you're not pushed in any way to wear the clothes you wear? you're saying that from all the types of music that there are you're choosing what you're dancing? the truth is that there is a bigger picture... and sometimes it is your choice to look at it. A bigger picture of self-expression and freedom and freedom and freedom and justice.

I can't do anymore, than write tiny angry words... but maybe you can. Maybe you're more creative than I am, maybe you write music. Maybe you could create better music or better art if you stopped staring at your own belly.

you could find deeper feelings, maybe even a real meaning for your whole 'being alive' thing. maybe, you could even change the things you don't like.. maybe you don't even exist. maybe you'll surprise me, today my hopes all rest on a maybe and a you.