Prince as the Future

Gailan Karim – Activist
Part Two

When the Prince appears then the future appears radiant and full of light. The past, for a group of broken and sick, is no longer allowed in any form. That group of broken and sick is made of drunken revolutionaries, dream-seeing poets, mad writers, sorrowful artists, and the abandoned old Peshmergas, who, no matter what they say, having no influence, fade away slowly.

In the place where the prince begins his work, the ground must be cleared of those sick and broken. The task of the system’s bulldozers is to remove them. What goes is the open door; what doesn’t go is the open prison.

In such a place, no future for children and youth exists unless it’s full of poverty and death. To comfort the prince, all public wealth is offered for his completeness. The homeland becomes ruined, and in that ruin, only one spot becomes bright and rebuilt the prince ’s palace. Here, behind everyone, we are hungry, and only the prince ’s children are full. All are barefoot, and only the prince ’s children wear shoes.

The real speech of the media clearly tells us: “You only imitate, and you have full rights to imitation.” People ask questions, and broken and distorted camera faces broadcast them. Later, with laughter and imitation again, the prince, and his spoiled ones come, offering their homes and showing kindness. The world burns, and a soulless army stands beside him, snapping photos and clapping.

The city sinks under water, houses collapse, belongings float away in floods, jokes and sweet talk and cartoon scenes are produced. Media, with a magnifying glass, searches for the voiceless and unconscious, and for a brief moment of joy, turns the world into imitation. Media praises the masses, and the masses celebrate all achievements. The best citizen is the one who can smile and imitate for a full two minutes imitation without pause.

If we look closely at all those places where the prince was taken to the grave after the revolution, comedy was born alongside him. A vast network of media workers, who hold all the nation’s wealth, are busy turning the people into imitation. Without imitation, we have no rights. The prince himself has claimed that right on behalf of everyone, so that we may imitate endlessly, until in the midst of imitation, with laughter and joy, we die.