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《 I can conceal; the recent events caught us off guards, but I and my international counterparts are discussing a way to manage that situation; it will for sure not be easy to get a general approbation from all of us as we all share different opinions upon the matter, but I strongly believe that we can make things work; if anything, citizens can go to bed safely; everything is under control. 》

A captivating way,
To lie to the masses,
And obviously,
As always,
It was enough.

« Situation »,
What an elegant word to cover up another,
A much uglier one,
« Catastrophe »,
Undoubtably less chaotic than a simple,
And heart wrenching truth.

When you looked around during the day,
Nothing seemed odd to the eye.

Except it was hot,
Awfully hot,
And that a wintery cold greeted you as the sun took its nap.

What Larry Marlowe omitted to say was that
« the events »
As he affectionately called them,
Consisted in severe storms, floods, suffocating droughts, tremendous wildfires,
All,
Across,
The world,
And that the world had came to a point of no return
A sort of apocalypse.

An era in which humans had wasted each and every terrestrial ressources,
Sentencing themselves to an epic and destructive finale.

A world in which the most insignificant specie had successfully assassinated God's holly creation,
Shamelessly,
And recklessly,
In the name of an ephemeral comfort.

A nightmare,
Here is what it was supposed to be,
But how,
When the advocators of environmental causes had been silenced and reduced to an atomic form ?

A nightmare that had creeped out of the bottom of humanity's perversion and intoxicated the Earth none of them could fight for.

Dear Lord,
The world was fucked up.

And amidst all of this,
The least concerned people would pretend that everything was fine,
That « citizens could go to bed safely »
And Brooklyn wished to die.

Politicians,
If anything, didn't care about was the sake of the blue planet.

There were often spot on tv,
Very handsome males,
Great charisma,
And a lot of hair spray in their hair,
Flirting with the tv hosts and repeating that international organizations had a plan.

And what a plan?
To collectively ignore the general distress and to enjoy the few decades the world would still generously offer.

A quiver of spleen traced down Brooklyn's spine and she rolled her eyes out of sheer frustration.

The young woman sometimes wished she could change something about the world,
Throwing these men off the Governments to actually make the world a better place.

But then remembered that she hated politics and that the mere fact of showing up in front of people and telling them the truth was horribly frustrating,
Because people,
No matter what,
Would always prefer electing people who'd fill their minds with blatant and utter lies,
Rather than voting for the truth,