There's rage in the youth, burning, screaming, clawing at the walls of this enclosing system. I feel it out there and within, beating upon my rib cage, heating my heart, filling my veins, infiltrating my blood, circulating my body. It's not a taste for violence; I'm not a violent man; it's a feeling of defiance, resistance, an emotional reaction to the boot on my head worn by greedy humans walking not only over this entire planet but over generations - even the yet to be born.
We need to channel this rage, this pain, these feelings into art. That is our weapon, for violence is their game; they want you to be physically drastic. Instead, educate yourself, sharpen your soul, expand your awareness and stab your creativity into the leg of this giant that is consuming your existence to fuel its body.