We live in the days of civilized terrorism. In this sea of turmoil, the powers that be grow less and less subtle as they lay their heavy hand upon the helm. The mechanisms of public brainwashing are placed upon the auction block through the mass media circus. Lawyers can be purchased to keep a people's laws on hold for many years. And the entrenched heirarchy does its best to maintain the status quo.
Many people walk the fine line midship.
Not rich, not manipulative, just hard working stiffs who get the short end of the stick. It might be easier to fall in line and hold your tongue, but the burden of conformity promises only the destination of silent graves. We live in a world of chaos, and the fires burn. A dream goes up in flames, hopes fade in dying light of a sacrificial love. We sift through ashes, burning the midnight oil in desperation.