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Saša Milivojev - POETIC REBELLION

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Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev POETIC REBELLION The poet is a slap in the face of the system. The poet is proof that man is not a machine, that man is not merchandise, that the soul is not dead, that freedom is not an illusion. The poet is proof that truth cannot be concealed. And that is why you fear him. For the poet cannot be programmed. He cannot be bought. He cannot be silenced. The poet is a shock to the slumbering. He is a blow to the face of falsehood. He is a reminder that God did not create man to be mute, but to speak. And when he speaks—the world trembles. Not because the poet holds power, but because the poet holds truth. His silence is like a grave—in it resounds everything you tried to hide. The system demands obedience, but the poet offers resistance. The system demands silence, but the poet demands justice. The system demands profit, but the poet offers pain. The system demands oblivion, but the poet offers memory. The poet is not a roof you can tear down. He is a pilla...

SAŠA MILIVOJEV: RESISTANCE – THE POET CANNOT BE SILENCED! THE POET IS A SYSTEM GLITCH, AN ERROR IN THE ALGORITHM.

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Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev RESISTANCE – THE POET CANNOT BE SILENCED! THE POET IS A SYSTEM GLITCH, AN ERROR IN THE ALGORITHM. I belong to no one. I owe nothing to anyone. I serve no one. My words are not bought with honorariums. They come from within me — from pain, from truth, from freedom. The persecution I endure is not punishment — it is the consequence of freedom. Because a free man is the most dangerous threat to a system that feeds on obedience. I will not retreat. I will not apologize. I will not justify myself. My very existence is proof that a poet cannot be silenced. My presence in global media, in more than 20 languages, without a single connection, without a single recommendation, without a single aunt in the service — that is my answer. I will not name those who persecute me. I will not give them publicity. But they will know they’ve been seen. They will know they’ve been read. They will know the poet has recognized them. And you — who love me, who read my verses, who h...