Desalinhos e Tormentos

War

Everyone here is in their personal war. The enemy? Surviving. Surviving after discovering that the Aussie dream was merely a pretty little lie they'd told you. The fight? Being able to build their country with your blood and sweat. Every week a new scar, a new lifelong ache, a new disease that you will carry so they, the well-deserving, can enjoy your hard work. The thing is, humans in "western" society stopped doing revolutions, stopped fighting to overthrow their oppressors, because now they are their own foreman. Immigrants live through such a hell that sometimes joining the military would've been easier. You can clean horse shit, you can shoot a commie third-world country, but nothing is more humiliating than being a willing slave, a somehow well-paid slave that will get all that money and will spend it on health insurance and expensive shitty hospitals because the time he spent serving the nation had made him incapable of being overly productive the way they want in the long run. Therefore, useless. A life not worth living, to be in a country their children won't even be citizens. Poor thing. Poor dream. A military turned into a slave. A patriot turned into a tertiary peasant.