The Killing of a Generation

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Spirit,

Today, I write this letter with a heavy heart and fiery resolve, addressing you, our fallen heroes, our brave comrades, who have been silenced by a brutal, barbaric regime that spares no mercy and cares not for the sacred call of justice. 

I write in your memory, to honor your sacrifice, and to vow that your blood was not spilled in vain.

We live in a time where the forces of oppression have not only taken our beloved from us but have tainted the very soul of our nation. A regime so heartless and remorseless that it drains our country’s coffers, abducts our children, and murders our future, all in the name of greed and power. 

They speak of order, yet they sow chaos claiming to guard the state, yet they trample on the rights of the people. They struggle to silence voices that dare to speak against injustice, and now, in their venomous rhetoric, they say we have lost our humanity. That we are unfeeling, indifferent, and detached from the suffering of others.

But who are they to speak of humanity? What do they know of pain, of grief, of watching comrades disappear, only to resurface as lifeless bodies, discarded like waste by the very system meant to protect them? 

What do they know of injustice, of a life lived in fear, of the raw and suffocating anger that grips our souls each time another of us is taken?

They say we lack empathy.

That we do not feel remorse. 

But how can one grieve when the enemy still wields the gun? How can we bow our heads in mourning when the very hands that pull the trigger now feign sadness and speak of peace? They who order our deaths, they who sit in their marble offices and sign the warrants for our annihilation, now have the audacity to call us heartless.

How can they say we lack humanity when it is our blood, our tears, and our spirit that cry out for justice? 

We are branded as sadists by those who have committed unthinkable acts, those who kill, abduct, and drain the very lifeblood of our nation, yet we are the ones who refuse to stand silent in the face of tyranny. Our hearts, though battered by loss, still beat with the fierce pulse of freedom. Every tear we shed for you, every cry for justice, is a repudiation of a regime that seeks to dehumanize us.

If we have lost our humanity, then let it be known that it was stolen from us. 

Stolen by the beatings, the bullets, the arrests & abductions. Torn from us when they buried our comrades in shallow graves, threw their bodies in dumpsites and open swamps,  laughed in our faces, then dare to call us the villains.

For too long, they have underestimated us. For too long, they have believed that fear will keep us shackled. But they have miscalculated. The youth of this nation is rising, and we are done asking. Now, we take what is ours.

To those who have betrayed us, those who wear the uniform of oppression, those who have sold their souls for silver, those who wield the power of the state to murder and maim, you will pay. You will pay in this life, or otherwise.

To our fallen, know that your struggle was not in vain. You did not fall in darkness. You fell as warriors, as soldiers of a cause greater than any empire, greater than any dictator, greater than any corrupt regime. Your blood is not wasted; it flows through our streets, through our chants, through our clenched fists raised high in defiance.

Your deaths are not the end. For, They tried to bury you, but they didn’t know you were seeds, you will grow & rise. 

And we will reclaim what was stolen, and we will ensure that those who oppressed us know no peace.

You, our heroes, dared to rise against an unyielding storm of tyranny. You fought for the constitutional rights that bind us together as a people, for accountability in the corridors of power, and for the unalienable dignity of every citizen. Your sacrifice has etched your names into the annals of history, not as mere casualties, but as beacons of resistance. And while the oppressors claim that we, the survivors, have lost our humanity, we know that our hearts are full of the same passionate fire that burned in you.

In our grief, we find a new strength.

In our sorrow, we discover a relentless will to carry on the fight. 

We stand on the ruins of what was once a promise of hope, and we raise our voices in defiance. We will no longer allow the perpetrators of abduction, of brutality, of merciless greed to dictate our destiny. We will reclaim our future from the hands that have so callously stolen it. We call upon the power of constitutionalism and accountability, demanding that every man and woman who has betrayed our nation's trust be held responsible for their crimes.

To those who dare to label us as inhumane, as lacking compassion, as sadists, know that our compassion runs deeper than the darkest night. Our commitment to justice is unbreakable, forged in the crucible of our shared pain and our collective struggle. 

We are not the monsters they claim us to be; we are the torchbearers of a new dawn. We refuse to be pigeonholed by the propaganda of tyrants who use cruelty as their currency.

We, the remaining youth, carry within us the promise of a better tomorrow, a tomorrow where the voices of the oppressed echo loudly in every chamber of power. We stand for truth, for righteousness, and for the immutable right of every citizen to live with dignity. 

In every protest, in every chant, in every act of defiance, we honor your legacy. Your memory fuels our determination, and your sacrifice is the clarion call that guides us forward.

We are not lost. We are not void of humanity. We are the heirs of your courage, the custodians of your dream for a just and equitable nation. And though our wounds may still bleed with the sorrow of your absence, we will not let your light fade. Every injustice we witness, every act of repression, only deepens our resolve to build a society that is truly free, a society where accountability is not an empty promise but a living, breathing reality.

"A revolution is not a bed of roses. A revolution is a struggle between the future and the past." And we choose the future. A future that will be birthed through fire and pain, through sweat and tears, but a future nonetheless, a future that belongs to the fearless.

We demand change. 

We demand that those who have trampled on our rights and stolen our future be brought to justice. We demand that the pillars of constitutionalism be restored, that our voices, your voices, resonate in every hall of governance, and that no regime, no matter how vicious or ruthless, can silence the cry for freedom.

Our solemn vow is to keep your memory alive in our hearts and in our actions. 

We will rise from the ashes of oppression, not as broken souls but as warriors of hope and bearers of the legacy you left behind. We will fight for every child abducted, for every life lost, for every dream that has been crushed under the heel of tyranny.

To you, our beloved heroes and comrades, know that you are eternally remembered and honored. Your sacrifice is the spark that ignites our revolution not of bloodshed, but of justice, integrity, and the unyielding spirit of humanity.

In our struggle, we shall transform our grief into a mighty force for change, ensuring that the brutal, remorseless regime that stole our future is held accountable for every life it has shattered.

Rest in power, comrades.

Your sacrifice will never be forgotten.

The Revolution Lives On.