Thirty-first century, the beginning of a race. The race of an ugly breed. Violence, turning many startled citizens to take refuge under the wealth of greed. Never realising that the more they squirm, the tighter their manacles get, until their voices get muffled in shame.
Horrifying as it can be, it is the reality. Police patrol houses and boulevards for the most excruciating cases. Why? Searching for a sense of security, you find none. Why?
Young words of a youth are drowned by judgemental debates. Why? Fugitives run around hastily hallucinating in their perspective of the world. Why? Bewildered by the turn out of the news about the death of their child, the couple shed their tears. Why?
None of these questions have answers. Why? Because I would have found happiness by now then. My soul is being pierced by a dagger. Crushing the juice of my heart, the world is burdening me with the cross.....life.
Disagree? Sometimes, I do to. Let's be open. I think I say these things because I am an outsider, a nondescript object that bows to even the slightest blunders in life. I am easily shaken. I am tentative if I should even have a glimpse of the past. While Shakespeare is an amazing poet and a playwright of drama, I realise that life itself is a drama. A brief drama never to foretell, even by a seer. Unpredictably dramatic and striking, even to the slightest movements!
While drug dealers run limply around like maniacs, I see the vivid turn out of my social life. Ring! No need to look. Harsh comments attack my defence from all sides. Not armed. Not bothered. No apprehension floods over me though, but none can extinguish the fire inside me. I am like a corporeal in a void. Shimmers at times.
Maybe, I am exaggerating, stirring up an argument about the lack of anarchy here. Maybe, the world is naïve or I am not using a happy medium.
Or maybe, we are all under an inadvertent dome of love. Easily mislead by the dark and then, isolated on the way to hell. Regrets make my belly full. No room for the news of abuses and assaults. Would apologising clear your name? No. Proud people can never be judicious.
Hatred and jealously never balances each other out. Pride and selfishness befriend you and follows you like a shadow. You can never run. You can't hide from it. It swallows you up bit by bit until it morphs with you, binding you closer to death. Sin for a sin. Life for a life. No need to look around they say. Just keep walking forward. For how long? No need to be sullen. No need to be dubious! No need to cry! No need to plaintively decipher where you fit in!! Why????
Welcome to the 31st century....
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi,
Here's a brief overview of the 31st century. Hopefully, the future will not be like that....
This is not from the perspective of the main character but a child who feels like what's happening in the world should be written down.
Yours sincerely,
Leeismynewname
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