Content Warning: Description of violence, destruction, murder
The World Outside My Window
When I look outside, I see green. Trees, grass, plants. I see my neighbour’s gardens. Calmness, quiet, peace. The world at ease. The perfect refuge.
The world beyond is bleeding. People rioting. Statues being toppled. People being killed for the colour of their skin, from 5yr old to 70 yrs old. It doesn’t matter.
Swastikas being sprayed, having no other meaning than anarchism.
The clouds are gathering outside my window. The butterflies flutter more sporadically. Birds swoop in to pick their worms and return to their hiding places. The neighbour’s kids are screaming, fighting with each other. Curtains are pulled close, sun shields are taken in. The world is growing darker.
The world beyond is burning. Youngsters make fires in the middle of the road. They throw rocks and fireworks at the police. Respect is nowhere to be found. Destruction is all that matters. Who cares anymore? Consequences are lost. No more common law: the law of the fittest is what rules.
When I look outside, I see a storm raging. Darkness, hale, thunderstorm. For now, I can hide inside my room, but how long until is is torn down? Without respect, without common law, without decency? When will they breach my door? Will the birds return? Will the butterflies go back to their fluttering? When will peace return?