Don’t Let Them Win

by Chloe Hayler

Years we spent staring at the screen, apart but united by our hearts that pounded. A symphony of fear, grief and pain resounded every time we heard thousands more had gone.

Keep shaking hands he told us. We’ll pay your wages don’t worry. Just stay at home and obey the rules, though we’ll break them and won’t be sorry.

The third woman failed to heal the shattered faith across the country. No stable truss held up her promises or her hollow words. Defeat after defeat left her no choice but to surrender. My question is: when will they stop writing it was due to her gender?

Debt suffocates us now like the inhalation of toxic fumes. No fabric mask can protect us from this crisis of their mistake. Instead, those at the bottom wonder heating or eating, what will I forsake? While the ones at the top refuse to act upon the change only they can make.

He hears an orchestra of screams from every profession, attempting to relieve themselves from this oppression. Yet, his response is to prohibit freedom of expression and continue ploughing into a recession.

This is my plea to every soul suffering. Don’t remain silent and let them be controlling. Call out their hypocrisy and their lying, because our bold defiance is revolutionising.