A Letter to the Future:
How many ways have I watched a man die? I could not even begin to count. Yet, I am certain my soul knows. I am certain it is keeping record.
How many ways have I watched a woman suffer?
I turn away from the thought – ashamed of every single image I have allowed some other person’s nightmare to conjure. Ashamed I allowed their fetishized brutality to be sold to me as entertainment.
And I mourn for the small child I once was, who never had a say, who was shown time and again, against my very nature, what the destruction of a human soul looks like.
Please understand - these paid liars – who have terrorized our times – these paid celebrities – are nothing more than beggars and peddlers of moral corruption – these men and women we pay as entertainers.
All of them taking from us – without warning – again and again – as they conjure their morsels of apathetic violence – fed to us via their never-ending conveyor belt of brutality and gore.
Always hoping theirs’ is the most remarkable – the most memorable – brand of evil.
Brutal, hollow, savage men and women who prance upon stages erected by slaves. Slaves too poor for such modern treatments such as dentistry and healthcare.
That’s why they come to poor places like New Mexico – so Alec Baldwin can hire scabs.
Brutal, savage, hollow men who will shoot you in the face - then claim they didn’t do it – while still holding the gun.
We are held for ransom – here – now – in this age – by our so-called-heroes – men and women who make millions while the rest of us setup gofundme accounts for kidney treatments.
They tell us – these… these are our betters – and we should be grateful for our histories – which they have raped time and time again, for our valor which they have stolen and replaced with a twisted and sick version of their own falsified honor – and our deaths, which they have silenced through their collective indifference.
Vain and petty men and women who know nothing of honor, integrity, or pride, but instead fall upon us like cannibalistic dogs, with their NFTs, their mobile phone services, their whiskey and beer brands. Always begging for more – from the very people they spit upon – as they mock us with their top-down-charities, and their heart-felt documentaries.
The huge, bulking heroes of this age are not our best.
In fact, they are the very worst among us.
They are the predators of self-esteem, morals, hope, chance, effort, substance, sustenance, courage, and all that is brave and good in the world.
They are the peddlers of hypocrisy and the demons of desire – all of them drenched in never-ending self-gratification.
Please, dear people of the future, do not judge all of us – by those the media has celebrated throughout this entire age.
We were force fed our collective insanity by the very people who have turned our food and our medicines into poison.
I pray you live in a better world. Where wisdom, compassion, and reason govern a world of peace-loving people. And folks no longer feed upon suffering and pain as though it were a mother’s teat.
I pray your age is a time when the whole of humanity strives towards our highest ideals, instead of hides in our basest of urges - as we have done for so very long now.
I pray you call these – The Dark Times.
And I pray you remember those of us who stood for more.
Saturday, October 7, 2023
© Raena Exe 2023-2024
I have been made sick by the silence I can no longer bear.
I will heal myself.
Then I will heal the whole fucking world.