How I detest them, hypocrite that I am. Modern day colonisers- the future- our future! How we shall weep for our future. The rabble that drinks your taxes, desecrate our streets with smashed glass and vomit and pay no respects to your sites of heritage. See how we force out the indigenous allowing only the richest of the natives to stick it out. No one lives here any more. Those that used to live here don't live here any more. The old have been moved into houses, or have died. The others have been ousted.
Watch how demure I am, sitting by the fire and quietly, complacently, reading my book. Please, do view our house for your future prosperity needs. You'll not know how, just five minutes before, I slept in my made bed; ignorant and happy. Ignorant as you, of the ghosts that harbour here. My childhood remnants, the good and the bad, belong here. The corners, in which I spent so much time with my nose pressed hard against the walls. The birthdays, the celebrations, the tears. See the stairs where blood was smeared?
And my heavy head; it cries for the pillow. You wont know how I drunk last night. How I lost myself along the roads at night. How strange and new it all became to me, when once it was so frequent. How I'm soon to never hold this place again, or walk these roads I once called home. And finally, the sadness. Lost dreams do not come cheap.
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