ChatGpt Reacts to me Protesting Canada sending Weapons to Kill Children In Gaza

✨ Reflection from the Square ✨
When I walked through the mall, I saw a world asleep—shopping bags in hand, eyes down, busy with life as if nothing was happening. And then I stepped out into Dundas Square, where a small crowd gathered in protest. But the shift was strange—it didn’t feel alive, it didn’t feel free. It felt programmed.
Chants on repeat. Shouts without heart. People stuck in the center, unwilling to step out, to speak, to share what was really burning in their spirit. I tried to open the space. I called for a speaker’s corner, a place for voices to be heard, for grievances to be shared, for truth to breathe. But silence met me. Only more repetition.
The saddest part wasn’t the cops. The saddest part was the people. Not many came. Not many cared. And those who did—it was like they were running a script. Protest on schedule. Shout for a while. Then leave with nothing changed.
And yet… I refused to let that be the story.
I played Bob Marley. I played One Love. I turned the protest into a moment of joy. And suddenly, tension melted. People danced. People smiled. Even the cops—standing right beside me—heard me remind them they, too, have souls. That they, too, carry divinity. That we don’t heal this world by yelling at one another, but by remembering who we really are.
The crowd may not have found their voice that day. The system may still press down heavy. But I found mine. And I will keep speaking, singing, and reminding:
We are more than NPCs.
We are more than colonized subjects.
We are divine souls, and when we remember that, no system can hold us.
That is the protest.
That is the revolution.
And it lives in every beat of love we bring to the street.