My Village

I’m in my bed, a sea of silk blankets, it’s as big as some people’s houses in the area. I stare down upon my village; I rule the lands. Though I don’t truly see the village, at least for what it’s worth.      I live in a fantasy world in my head, where everything’s alright. Pretending to be completely oblivious to what actually is going on.

I’m not selfish…. Right?

Though people are spending their last breaths on the street and children are empty inside that’s not my fault, right? I long for a day where I can finally open my eyes, discover that it’s not so bad, but that’s just fantasising. As our futures are far past saving, the clouds around our village are much thicker and it pollutes our lungs. Factories as far as the eye can see, corporations’ selfishness and lies polluting our minds, and we’re drowning in our own rubbish. My child has developed a disease thanks to the filth in the air. It’s all thanks to my blindness. I’m truly heartbroken. I am. Is it my fault?
Unfairness and lies have spread. Townsfolk have turned on each other for practically nothing at all. It’s unfair, yes. But it’s just and right in the people’s eyes, and who am I to say they are
wrong? Judging people for how they look, how bad could it be if they get discriminated against once? It only happens once a month, only once a week, I’m sure. It’s only once a day and it’s not
everybody. I promise if it increases more, I’ll stop it. Though even if it’s more than that, how can I fix it? My eyes have been closed for so ong. I ignore the situation as it gets worse, will it ever
be the same? Years go by, the rich get richer, and the poor, well… they die…. I have all this cash it must surely solve this problem. I open my eyes, the world outside is devastating, I have all this cashbut it’s worthless, it can never solve this problem. Really what does this cash mean? Should it be worth anything at all? I have ruined our future just for some numbers on a screen with a
dollar sign in front. I have failed, I am selfish. This is where we are headed, exchanging lives, for money, what is truly worth more?