Aurora 2026

Anonymous

3 D B

I saw three dead bodies today.

One of them stared back at me, but none of them cared. They have no more thoughts. No more worries. No more concerns about the world. They were all small animals. Each was stopped permanently on asphalt mere hours before I arrived. Now they are tiny corpses. They don’t care about seeking shelter. They don’t care about finding food. They don’t care about their little animal families. They are the dead. They don’t worry about dictators rising around the globe. They don’t care about due process and civil rights. They don’t care about the murder and desecration of people. They don’t care about the pain or the cruelty. They don’t even notice the glee with which those in power inflict unspeakable suffering. They are the dead. They don’t read. They don’t think about morality. They don’t feel empathy. They have forgotten all the lessons their mothers taught them about being good, respecting one another, and protecting the vulnerable. They don’t care about us. They are the dead. The rest of us see them. We see their dead eyes, their dead stares, their dead teeth bared. And we will never forget their selfish, hateful, blackened souls. They are the dead. They don’t care about genocide. They ignore humanity. Goodness doesn’t matter. Respect doesn’t matter.

They are the Dead. And they laugh as the living suffer.

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