a reply to: HeathenJessie
I have not had a nightmare in years, or any dreams that I remember for a while either.
When I am awake however... Sometimes I see news of an event, or see something in the streets or hear something while at work or on the bus, and in my
minds eye, in hideous technicolor, I see the end of civilisation. Jackboots pounding smashed Tarmac, automatic fire riddling the bodies of thin,
starved people, huddling together in fear at the last, weeping mothers, cradling their dead children, beaten with rifle butts to silence their sobs,
skies on fire, embers drifting on breezes driven by constant thermobaric detonations, and flags torn asunder, flapping loosely in the wind, which
carries the screams of the dying to ones ear in a mournful dirge from the gut of hell.
Those who are not murdered are enslaved, those who are not either dead or indentured are forced from bolt hole to ditch, from ditch to bunker, from
bunker to cave, from cave to sewer, hitting and running not for tactical advantage, but just to survive, before they eventually die at the hands of
the perpetrating force, which permeates every nation. No stretch of land has avoided the flames, and no one is safe. The soulless laughter of fascists
can be heard around every campfire, every barrack room, enjoying their dominion over the wastelands they have created, congratulating themselves on
securing all the globe for their exclusive use. They all look the same, from the hair cuts to their outfits. Individual traits are illegal.
The only law, is that all who have little must die, and those who have much must kill them to solidify their position, remove the competition.
Only those who allow it to continue without argument live, all who question die, and no justice or love exists free in the world. Only emotional
displays which involve sneering result in anything other than a bullet to the brain pan. Greed possesses the hearts of all who possess power. There
are no good people profiting from anything. All is chaos, and all that was good has died.
This is what I see when I hear things on the bus, see things in the street. Certain behaviours, like those who spout fascist crap about immigrants,
then spit on the street of our nation, those who joined the Facebook page for supremacist groups, and littered our hallowed land with their lager
bottles and discarded condoms, rutting in a bush after a night at the club, and thinking themselves lords of this land. These things... In these
things I see the burning end of mankind, every laudable element swept aside by violence and hatred, every noble thing gutted and its body looted for
all its material wealth. I could weep, were my eyes not so dry.