What a fucking society

 

The end of this shit is near

They had their hearts in their hands, their stomachs demanded, not rights, not jobs, not inclusion, these empty stomachs demanded bread and bath and saturation of living, it was said that they had been summoned by the incoherence and dissatisfaction of an alienated generation, a nocturnal fever, of moments of occupation of the pleasure of adult people, adulterated,  They were children with sweet eyes, lost, thin, plump countenances, with a small and empty mouth, they brought dreams of stars, but when they woke up, they realized that dreams did not nourish anything, before them the danger, the unconsciousness of an alienated society, they practiced trapeze schemes, games in exchange for a glass of water, from a sweet, from a smile, for nothing, they were Jesus children that life had torn from the starry sky of a womb, in exchange for an atrocious violence, which made them dry in laughter, mouth and voice, which brought them afflicted, humble, incapable and alone, they were children like all of us, they were children like ours,  but they were more grown-up because of the pain, they brought with them songs, crowds, refrains in memory, they stood before the world, they offered innocence and a spectated hunger made them the target, the target of our gross errors, of our petulance, of easy judgment, they were exalted targets of our human inglory, they were cannon fodder, they were small in stature, but so tall in human greatness and thirsty they bowed down, they pushed themselves, they put on weight, in the hope of childlike justice, of sweetness, of adventure, they desired bread and a hug, stripped of malice, foolishness, selfishness, and they believed in humanity, as if it were praiseworthy, probable, desirable, and they exalted the characteristics of themselves, giving themselves over all others, diminishing themselves to fit the offering of a loaf of bread that they could divide among all. They didn't ask for books, or toys, or video games, in their eyes the glow of gold, they just begged for our attention. 

They are the children of hunger, despair, injustice, contempt, shame and lack thereof, iniquity, inequality, violence and ignorance. Be that as it may, they are children produced of stars, of love, of divine sparks that come to show us, adults, that we're not worth even a half-smile from them. It is these children who will show us that we are civilized, humane, empathetic and that their vulnerability, their lack of protection, that their dreams will have a ground to thrive on other than the ground of war, that of unparalleled violence, other than that of joint irresponsibility, it is the motherless children to whom we will give arms and education and security, the minimum and mandatory bases so that they can show what they have come for.

-What a shit of humanity, what a shit of manufactured horniness in moments of idleness and lasciviousness, of recklessness and irresponsibility, what shit to grow to the god-will of men who are anything but human, what shit, man, what shit!