Gears of the system

The neighbors of the apartment below complained of the noise and hit the roof with their Scoth-Brite brooms.

The young and handsome king was looking at himself into the mirror. He looked to the interior of his pupil through the reflexion and some of his memories were relieved unintentionally. His kingdom wasn't socially fair, but what would it be fair? Where are the moral rules? He didn't follow rules, his father didn't follow rules, nobody followed rules. They were the rules, they wrote their own. Desirous for power, they cheated one another, killed one another and imposed innocents to fight for the defense of their exclusively personal interests.

Truth doesn't exist, justice doesn't exist, right and wrong doesn't exist. What exists are conceptions developed by men that wanted to turn out to be as absolute truths their ideas, obviously satisfying their personal wishes as well but with a more wide vision (or something to look like this). Anyway, the policy of promoting ignorance in the kingdom was successful. Any policy that requires the veto of all the people always will be successful.

Kings, princes, dukes and the royalty in general created rules to defend their personal interests while the people was starving and dying due pests. Nobody complained, it was the destiny. The divine choose determined a destiny that couldn't be changed. We weren't in the Middle Age anymore but in contemporaneous days. The medieval thinking resisted to the centuries and it's still believed as a divine choice. The royalty luxury is supported by the bottom of the capitalist pyramid and their people without access to the truly truth, without access to knowledge and totally manipulable, either for the money or the fear of the divine anger.

“Dreams are for the dreamers because dreaming a dream is dreaming of a impossible dream. Dreaming is keeping illusions alive. Not dreaming is living a known or unknown unhappy reality. There isn't a mid-term between dreaming and not dreaming in our society of Shiites and Sunnis. Dreaming is expecting that, with the power of the pray, a wish can be fulfilled and, as it doesn't happen, many blame God for their failure. Not dreaming is only surviving: is living the life thinking of the great beyond doing all the things wishing only a egoistic salvation? I sought the mid-term and I felt alone. My knowledge only brought me loneliness. Humankind is despicable, detestable, stingy and coward.”

These were the last words of a philosopher that hit his body against the wall and rolled on the floor until his death, in a long and suffering attempt of suicide that almost failed. The neighbors of the apartment below complained of the noise and hit the roof with their Scoth-Brite brooms. They also complained of the spots and blood that were exuding from the light bulbs, they complained of the bad smell from the body in decomposition of the misanthropic philosopher and finally complained of the police that was on a strike and, because of that, refused to take the already rotten and stinky body that lied on the same place for over three weeks.

The suicide didn't touch a little the philosopher's neighbors. Obviously, his death was criticized by the religious and it was a theme for their terror policy: “The one who commits suicide, it means, the one that takes his own life, it's not a good person; either is crazy of the head or sick of the foot. And they go straight to the hell to burn eternally on the eternal flame while they are lashed by the Devil. Is it what you want, bros? Hana Macantarava Suya!”

His neighbors were disgusting people, selfish, hypocrites. They were an example of the negligence of the king to educational and social justice. They were an example of manipulation. They were examples of people that didn't dream and that accepted misery as their fate.

Xucuncia was a woman that worked from Sunday to Sunday, 10 hours per day. Her routine was resumed to working, taking care of the impolite kids and bearing her husband, Cloriswald, that belch and farted frequently. In spite of that, she used to love the life of Queen of Home. She married Cloriswald because he was a honest, hard-worker man but she was pregnant and needed to join the little goods they had. She used to consider herself as a happy woman, but actually, she wasn't, however, due to her susceptibility to manipulation and the lack of self-critique she couldn't realize the truth. She was also very insecure and used to forbid Cloriswald of going out to play soccer with his co-workers on Sundays.

Cloriswald, Xucuncia's husband, had a humble job and used to say he worked overtime to her when, in fact, he was at the bar. His life was empty and his wife was suffocating him. He cursed the day he got married because all the money he earned, was destined to the house bills. His short periods of happiness were resumed to the soccer games with his co-workers and the goings to Blue Nightspot where he used to maintain promiscuous sexual relations with transgenders. He would die years later to the weaknesses caused by the AIDS disease and he would transmit the HIV virus to Xucuncia.

Cassius was another neighbor of the philosopher. He was a well-known homosexual but, nevertheless, he was desired by the women of the building that he used to snub them. As he was handsome and sexy, he also snubbed all the gay guys in the nightclubs. His relationships used not to last more than three weeks, but he used to be always stuck with someone. However, the years passed, his beauty faded away and his breast felt down. He reached the age of 40 all alone and died alone due to a cancer in his rectum, syphilis on his eyes and other STDs.

Then the king stopped looking inside his pupils on the mirror. The philosopher's neighbors, these were his people, but not his reality. They were gears that helped all the system to go ahead.

MARCUS VIANA - Sob O Sol by souzart