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Conserved. To the dear children and grand children I yet hope to have. Are you happy with what I left you? Are you happy with my legacy? Are you happy with this world and this country? Is it good enough? Are you happy that I, like many others, left this world voiceless under the heel of corruption and greed? Are you happy I failed to change our preserved traditional backwards ways? Are you happy many sleep in the streets frozen by the lack of sympathy or empathy towards them where money has overcome compassion? Are you happy lifeless morsels of children are laid to rest because of a fundamentally unjust system? Are you happy? Does happiness not bother you? Dear sweet innocent children are you wealthy? Does your bank account symbolise the happiness you can have or the foundations of good living? Does it taint your soul with the lust for more or comfort it feeling safe with your well being? Does wealth silence your compassion? Nullify your empathy? Create a high horse of great narcissism, arrogance and ignorance to the mud beneath your working meres hoof? I'm so sorry dear children my beloved children that I left you a world where millionaires represent the poor and the corporations use politicians as marionettes for their message. I'm sorry I didn't fight for a better future for all not the few. I'm sorry to those who died without healthcare. Starved without benefits. Jumped from that building or with a rope around their neck because hours were too long with not enough pay to even compensate let alone justify. I'm sorry I let the corrupt win. The ones who take money from the poor to keep to the rich. The ones who went to private schools and expensive university's but represent the "majority" of our country. How could I have been so blind to have let people so undignified rule the country who are stealing human rights to fuel their bank accounts. Why was I so moronic to not fight against going backwards taking rights, not luxuries, from those who need it. Health care to be privatised? Fathers gonna have to get a third job to fund our well-being. Cuts to public service? Streets to become and arsonists canvas for his hatred to be painted across. Crime rises as does the institutional racism and public disorder. What's that my child? Cancer treatments free? No my daft child thanks to us bowing our heads and obeying you'll die young as we must privatise health care to stop.... To stop..... Stop...Immigrants yes illegal immigrants from using our health care system to save their lives. I pay taxes for myself not the other. I don't pay for compassion but for greed. Schools to be privatised? What you thought education was something all children should have? No its a luxury to learn timetables and sums and why we fought oppression and corruption but I guess we never learn. If you want an education go to the factory and bring tuppence back to help fund it. History is meant to be written not revised and reused and implemented otherwise where do we stop? Hitler? Oh wait Trump. Where do we draw the line of fighting for the message of the highest bidder? Where do we draw the line to giving into going backwards? Who needs a future when there's a past? My dear children whom I failed. I shared my debt among all of in my will. The debts of those who I could have stepped over but instead tried to help. The debts from my university fee's to try and get a job I'm over qualified for. My debts I owe so many. I owe my heart to that little girl with a broken one, my lungs to that man in a hit and run whose own have collapsed, my liver to the woman who just tried to kill herself with alcohol as she got laid off even though the company she works for makes billions in profits, my kidneys to the man who drank bleach to end it all after his son was murdered and because the criminal was and officer of the justice system no justice was found for his boy. Why is it that leaving my organs behind to save a life is easier than leaving my sons and daughters some money behind to have a chance to start theirs? And to you my children? I leave you with all I barely have, my memory. My faults, my embarrassing stories and the ones that makes your mother cry when she thinks of them. The memories of the good times and the hardships. But hey who wants life when death is much cheaper? Yours unfortunately The Average person.
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Conserved (19/05/2016)
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