EARTHLING: a prisoner's screed

this bitter earth, what a fruit it bares

I come from a planet called Earth.

We don’t talk much…to each other.

We walk upright, but just barely.

Our favorite pastime is war, we kill each other by the millions.

Our memories are selective and mostly short, 48 hours tops.

Willful ignorance is accepted and rewarded.

We are injected with what we should be, how we should be and where we should be.

Half of us are locked behind bars and the other half keep’s their fingers crossed.

Our information come from a can and that can comes from four people.

Are planet is a jewel in this our universe and we rape it with maximum fraction and never say thank you.

Here plants are illegal and chemicals are handed out with side effects that are worst than the illness.

Our leaders are meat puppets for the wizard behind the curtain.

If you happen to be passing by this planet, please keep moving. They don’t like outsiders, hell, they don’t like me and I was born here.

We send probes to other worlds and we don’t even know our neighbors.

I love this place, where else can I go and be completely out of my mind and not stand out?

Most people live on a hand full of rice here and the rest throw food away.

We believe in fairy tales and we will kill you for them.

This planet is beautiful with landscapes and wide oceans, mountains tall, emerald rain forest with all manner beasts.

If you come for a visit just stay away from the natives.

Reviews

[Corset]

damn, this is so true, how did we ever get to be in such a dire mess? We are so desensitized to the human condition that we don't even notice it anymore, save for the very few. We begrudgingly rise in what amounts to a garden of Eden, so beautiful, but get up and go through the machine as if the sun wasn't shining, the birds aren't singing and the waves aren't rushing to shore...why? because we are used to seeing it, used to not having time to see it much less appreciate it, we are sheeples on the tread mill that never stops, we are the mindless worker ant,
carrying way more load that we could feasibly carry. How do we take back our world? How can we wake up from this matrix? someone wake us up.