This one’s for you.
Dear Government, I’m not blaming you.
Dear Government, you’re so powerful you run a country, yet you forgot that we run it too.
Dear Government, I’m trying to comprehend that your mind is not as fluid. I’m capable of understanding that you have no clue about what you are actually doing.
Dear Government, some of us are here tucked in our king size beds while others are restless, in a constant battle to climb the social ladder that you constructed for us.
Dear Government, some of us are having feasts on our tables while others are struggling to feel the sensation of a meal daily.
Dear Government, you worked hard to be where you are. We get it. That’s why we are trying so hard to become wealthy. You’re the role model we look up to, we may not admit it. And our race for paper is currently beating us down with jabs and hooks straight to our heads, what should we do now?
Dear Government, perhaps if we altered the goal something would change? Perhaps if you cared a little more we could express our fears with less shame and rage.
Perhaps the pain my friends feel doesn’t really bother you. You may not be brave enough to trust us. That’s cool. Perhaps these big corporates that influence your decisions are more important than our future generations. Or maybe greed, fear and shame is the only way. I may be the one in the wrong here.
One hundred days and 52 are dead.
In one hundred days 52 hearts have stopped.
52 visions, 52 dreams, 52 stories have been forever erased.
We care about them! We! The ones that feel it.The ones that are about to become numb because it’s more convenient. We don’t believe in shooting, killing and stabbing. But if that’s how we’ve been taught to climb the wealth ladder, then how do we stop this?
Call me emotional, a dreamer or a hopeless believer.
I guess I’m one of the crazy few that believe in a better me and you.
Dear Government, I hope this reaches you
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