When betrayal seeps through wounded ideologies, it creates the illusion of tattered pages brimming with defiant words.
In this instance, there is no other path for the revolutionary, but to exile his existence outside the vicious cacophony of cowardice. The revolutionary will not incline towards the institutions that practice routine discrimination and betrayal. Neither will he accept a compromise in which revolutionary identity is polluted and relegated to a battered icon that is patronized by authorities.
The revolutionary does not coerce. He inspires until the fervour culminates into ideas that transcend the hypocrisy of imposed power, enticing the oppressor to experience a humiliating defeat. Oppressors will mourn their own descent in solitude, decaying amongst their own chartered laws of pungent opulence.