‘Dig The New World’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

Dig the new world, man. Dig how it’s ablaze. There is no air, the water is polluted and every time you decide to go someplace you contemplate driving or walking in the middle of all those raggedy roads because gas’ worth so much cash you don’t have. Dig all those so called world leaders who only go to war because of their own insecurities, maybe having small penises or whatever. Killing in the name of the invisible, killing in the name of their own evilness, the lies they tell and eventually believe. Your kids can’t play outside anymore for you fear them never coming back for a meal that costed a whole lot of sweat, a whole lot of blood and tears, a microwaved meal in a microwaved globe. Space is filled with litter, your mind’s just the same. And why? Why? Why?! Because we’re all carbon copies of one another, we’re all carbon copies of our parents who lead bitter systematic lives. Mothers and fathers who don’t spend time together, what is love? The man is working, ’til late, you’re parents don’t sleep together anymore, lost in this routine world. Criminal is the man who reproduces in this day and age, criminal is the man who releases his offspring in this world, being tainted by those around them. The age of innocence is long gone and lost in the shadows of the lies of this new age. Teens depressed, their parents blind, stuck in dead end jobs, numb from the toes up. Angel-headed teenagers contemplating suicide at every second of everyday and where are you? Kissing some snooty guy’s ass to boost your social grade. Depression eating up the souls of those who are supposedly pure, now stuck in deep shit, cutting themselves for many reasons, one of which is to make sure they can still feel. To make sure that they’re still alive and breathing that air that is stained by the smoke coming out of your convertible, the smoke coming out of the chimneys of your towering factories, producing products you don’t need, to sell for money you don’t have. Open your eyes and see the emptiness inside of you, open your eyes and let your children grown, doing what they want to do. Let them lead their own lives, let them make their own mistakes, let them get beat, kicked and fucked up. Because at they end, when their time comes, they’re the ones who’re going to go. Stop criticizing your children, you’re not helping… Your precious little child is now smoking up, doing drugs and hanging out with wrong crowds all because of the chains you’ve put him or her in. He’s popping antidepressants, she’s having sex just to feel she’s alive. But how can they learn? How can they grow? Watching your numbness, watching this world going down the drain. Watching all those simple minded leaders playing childish games with people’s lives. Think, unbutton your dust covered mind and think for just one moment of them… Why must they walk in you’re foot steps? Why must they lead a safe secure life? Think!

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About Ahmed Gretly

Ahmed Nader Gretly. Construction/Site Engineer, fiction writer, poet, psychopath, researcher, a book addict, and a daydreamer from Cairo, Egypt. Currently doing Construction Project Management, MSc, at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh.
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