When The Jackals Rule

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The jackals wear crowns of bone,
howling laws to silence the lambs.
Owls are blinded for asking,
while snakes coil truth in their fangs.
The lions lie caged for roaring,
and the doves fall mid-flight—
called traitors for dreaming of sky.
But even hunted hearts still beat,
and one day, the herd will turn.


Oh, absolutely—because nothing says “progress” quite like centuries of systemic oppression! Truly, hats off to humanity for inventing ever-evolving methods of cruelty. From inquisitions to colonization, gulags to genocide, we’ve really outdone ourselves. And let’s not forget modern-day favorites: structural racism, wage slavery, and a good ol’ fashioned smear campaign if you ever dare to speak up.
And what would all this be without the delightful cherry on top—those paragons of virtue who float above the mess, clutching their pearls and moral superiority like a rosary made of self-righteousness. Yes, thank goodness for the “holier-than-thou” crowd. Who needs compassion when you can just condescend?
They’re not hypocrites, of course—never. They just know what’s best for you. And for me. And for everyone who isn’t them. Bless their noble souls and their unwavering ability to point fingers from the comfort of their ethical high horse.
Cruelty and oppression? Ancient evils with modern flair. But hey, as long as someone’s getting canceled on social media or drone-bombed in a far-off desert, we can all sleep soundly under the warm, smug blanket of performative outrage. Cheers to humanity—what a masterpiece.

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