Joshua Jano
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Hope; the new beginning
I held my young son close as we huddled together underneath what was once a bustling highway a few years ago. Now it serves as a glimpse for what the rest of our country holds for any curios veiwers. A desolate waste land, collapsed under economic and infastructural neglegance caused by the new regime that took power in the aftermath coup... or civil war I honestly don’t remember anymore. The news here isn’t actual news anymore, hasn’t been for some time. It just repeats the same broadcast about our neighboring countries over and over the same trash ridden, hollow and deserted city streets. Something about how our country is the only one standing and everyone else was eradicated in a nuclear war. Still didn’t explain why the rest of us were living in this dump of a homeland. Street rats such as me and my son.. Which is pretty much the entire population now don’t hear much about what the government does. I hear pretty consistently that the new dictator was once a poor man like me and my son now. I also heard that he lives in an estate the size of what was once the state of New Jersey. It wouldn’t bother me too much if he had just used his power to help the little guys like us... like he once may have been, maybe he feels like this country owes him, or that he needs to avenge the years he lost to poverty, I don’t know.
By Joshua Jano5 years ago in Fiction
Death; the end?
This place that is now a desolate wasteland was once my home. This place, so riddled with grief, anger and death was once rich with compassion and peace... and hope. When I look at the grey skys, smell the mixture of dead bodies that are piled in the streets and demolished building I can’t help but weep about how it never had to be this way.
By Joshua Jano5 years ago in Fiction
