Why do you push us away from what you want us to do?
Do you even realise the damage that you create?
You, create a monster building factory, where they end up hating themselves.

There is nothing called Identity anymore.
Everything is like an oasis in the middle of a dessert.
Non-existent.
An illusion.
Fake.

You expect things to be fulfilled,
And to go in your favour.
But all you are doing is creating a world of self-hatred and pity.
Problems have become a cliché,
And personal failure is nothing but a benefit in your freakish thought of a perfect system.

How many more faceless creatures do you want in this world?
Because, if you have it your way, the world will contain nothing,
but these mind-forgotten, brainwashed creatures.

You have a goal.
A goal to destroy what once was such a beauty,
Something that was once worth holding on to.

You have created nothing but heartache.
As it seems, the continuation of this process will lead to no back up from those,
who needed your support in times of great need.

You took and misshaped their being,
their purpose, their future,
And threw it away,
like as if it were nothing more than a piece of well chewed, chewing gum.

You hope for a better world,
A better and brighter future with strong leaders.
Well, my friend. You have missed your chance.
You could have had it, but you demolished it,
along with the rest of the living souls of your now well-thriving monsters.






You say you’re going green,
But you keep holding onto the idea of maintaining the meat factories of the century.
Well, you got your sirloin,
your loaf of scrambled up confusions and shattered dreams.
You keep them in your pressuriser,
To keep them warm and squirming.
You know, got to keep the green flowing.

One day,
One should hope you’ll see what a disaster you have created,
Though obviously too late.
That’s how it works.
You have to learn it the hard way. (If you have the capability of learning more inside that so called “wise”, thick, thinking-box of yours.)
I hope you know, what you got yourself into.
Good luck with it all.
It’s a great mess all of it. Be careful you don’t cut yourself on the shattered well-being of each precious youthful life you have affected.
Thank you for your great work,
Mr. Government.