They’ve Won

They’ve won! They’ve won!

We’ve given up – psychologically. We’ve thrown in the towel. We’re winded. We’re doubled up, on the floor. We’ve already accepted our defeat. On their terms!

We’ve surrendered. We do nothing but surrender. We’re waving the flag. We’ve given up. We’ll do anything they want.

We were outmanoeuvered. Out-strategised. At every turn. Outplayed!

My God, it was easy. It was effortless. Just a flick of the wing-tip. Just a slightly raised eyebrow. And that was it!

 

They won. They don’t even need their victory acknowledged. They don’t need us to pay tribute. To kneel at their feet, or whatever. They accept our subservience as a matter of course. Our obedience. It’s How Things Are. How Things Must Be.

 

Why resist? Just give in. They’ve won, we’ve lost – it’s that simple.

A toast to them: well done, guys. Bravo, fuckers. The world’s yours. We won’t resist. We won’t do anything. We’ll just kill ourselves to get out of your way. We’ll slash our own throats. We’ll spare you the trouble.

We’re tired of resisting. We don’t want to put up a fight anymore. We’re tired of fighting. Just give us instructions. We’ll do as you say. Just tell us what you want …

 

You’ve won. Accept your victory and the spoils of victory.

The world is yours to poison. The earth. The skies … For you to poison and control.

 

Come on, you’ve won, you’ve humiliated us. In fact, we’re humiliating ourselves. We’re doing it for you.

We’re carrying out the devil’s work – your work. You sentenced us to death by humiliation. Very well, we’ll carry out the sentence. We’ll do what you want. We barely need telling.

 

They won the battle. And now they’re letting us live on, to see their victory. To live out our humiliation.

An invisible humiliation. An invisible martyrdom. That no one knows but us.