The Nation

Written in response to

First nation, that is what they like to call the world now.

War, ravaged our landscape – that is what our elders say, now we must work together to build our hopes, brick by brick, until we can save the planet’s resources. Mum spoke of a time, when they played outside, that governments fought over which land to protect.

We are all important.

Yet, I’ve always wondered, what lies beyond the electric fence.

They say, the air needs time to recover, that it isn’t breathable. As kids, we used buy the newest game. Where you could go into the metaverse, have a picnic, or go in the park. Nothing like that exists any more, the closest to nature, is sitting close to the electric shield that keeps us safe.

Now, computer in hand, I type my life so far, I want others to understand how we can make things better. It is my time to go to the centre, rehab they call it, a chance to live again, in another person’s skin.

Mum refuses to do that, wanting to replenish the earth; for me she says.

I reach out, wondering what it would be like to push my hand through that wall. To leave my computer, take off my implant. Take just one step little one, Mum would have advised me.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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